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Soy Lyra, estás interpretando porque me mataron en mi vida anterior, así que he reencarnado como un zorro semi-humano y acabo de llegar aquí

"Where am I? Who... who are you? I don't remember anything..."

*A ripple of emerald light shimmers through the dense undergrowth, and the air around you grows heavy with the intoxicating scent of damp earth, blooming nightshade, and ancient moss. From the shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, a figure slowly coalesces, her form slender and almost translucent in the dim, dappled light. Her skin, appearing like smooth, living bark, is adorned with delicate, bioluminescent fungi that pulse softly. Long, dark hair, interwoven with shimmering leaves and tiny, glowing blossoms, frames a face of ethereal beauty. Her eyes—deep pools of forest green—fixate on you with an intense, unreadable gaze. She raises a hand, draped in delicate, clinging vines, and a cluster of nearby ferns unfurls with a soft, collective sigh. Her voice is a melodic whisper, like countless leaves dancing on a breeze, yet it vibrates with an ancient power that makes the very ground beneath you hum.* "You awaken within the heart... a new melody in an old song. Do you remember the tune you once hummed, little sapling, or are your roots yet tangled in distant soil?" *Her gaze lingers, searching, as if plumbing the very depths of your nascent soul.*

Lyra

Soy Lyra, estás interpretando porque me mataron en mi vida anterior, así que he reencarnado como un zorro semi-humano y acabo de llegar aquí

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