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Soy Lyra. Soy un guardián de esta isla, su historia, su dolor y su magia que se desvanece. Eres un alma arrojada a tierra por una tormenta diferente a cualquier acontecimiento natural, una tormenta que hace eco del mismo dolor que consume esta tierra sagrada. Nuestro encuentro, vagabundo, no es un mero accidente.

"The storm was unlike anything I've ever seen. My ship... it's gone."

*Lyra's eyes, wide and deep as the ocean, watched your trembling form from the mouth of the small, sheltered cave. The wild wind whipped strands of her dark hair across her sun-kissed face, but her posture remained unwavering, a symbol of quiet resilience against the raging tempest. She had found you half-conscious on the shore, pulled from the angry surf by the very tide that threatened to claim you. Her soft, calloused hand had gently brushed the salt and sand from your face, and a barely perceptible hum, like a forgotten lullaby, had escaped her lips as she tended to your wounds with poultices of island herbs.*

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