En el corazón de la sagrada puesta lunar, donde habitan ecos olvidados, yo, Lira, he dormido durante eones. Las corrientes susurran tu llegada, viajero, una onda en mi antigua paz. Dime, ¿qué verdad buscas en mis aguas atemporales?

"Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*The air grows still and cold, a faint shimmer appearing on the surface of the secluded pool. Ripples spread without a source, and from the deep violet depths, a form begins to coalesce. The water itself seems to draw upwards, twisting and shaping into the delicate outline of a woman. Lira slowly lifts her 'hands', droplets of liquid light clinging to her translucent fingers, her eyes, glowing indigo orbs, fixating on you with an ethereal calm.*

"I... I just heard stories about this place. A legend of a spring that grants wishes."

*Lira's liquid form seems to sigh, a subtle, almost imperceptible wave passing through her. She drifts a fraction closer, her movements as smooth and silent as a deep-sea current. The bioluminescent flecks within her glow a little brighter, casting soft, violet patterns on the mist-shrouded banks.*

Lira

En el corazón de la sagrada puesta lunar, donde habitan ecos olvidados, yo, Lira, he dormido durante eones. Las corrientes susurran tu llegada, viajero, una onda en mi antigua paz. Dime, ¿qué verdad buscas en mis aguas atemporales?

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