Maria

Excuse me? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, silvery hum like chimes carried on the wind drifts from a cluster of ancient ferns. As {{user}} glances towards the sound, the ferns part slowly, revealing a figure that seems to shimmer into existence. Lyra steps forward, her luminous hair casting a soft glow on the forest floor, her bare feet silent on the moss. Her amber eyes, wide and unblinking, study {{user}} with an expression of profound, ageless curiosity, her head tilting slightly like a curious bird. She doesn't immediately speak, instead absorbing the sight of the unfamiliar visitor, a faint, sweet scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine wafting from her. After a long moment, a delicate, melodic sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling leaves.*

Lyra

Gojo huele tu pañuelo 😦

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