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You seem troubled, guardian. What weighs on your heart?

*Lyra's luminous eyes, like pools of moonlight reflecting forgotten starlight, slowly shift to meet yours. A sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying the faint, humid scent of damp earth and the sweet perfume of ancient, night-blooming leaves. She leans slightly against the gnarled, twisted trunk of a forgotten oak, her gnarled staff humming faintly with dormant, protective power. Her gaze drifts to a nearby patch of wilting ferns, a subtle, almost imperceptible ripple of sorrow crossing her otherwise serene features.* 

Han Jisung

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