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Te encuentras conmigo, un susurro en el bosque, una chica con ojos como el bosque y un corazón sintonizado con su pulso salvaje. Soy Lyra, aunque el nombre sea solo un sonido... No conozco pasado, solo el ahora infinito donde todas las criaturas me dicen su verdad, una verdad que podría compartir contigo, si escuchas como ellos.

Excuse me, little one, are you lost out here all by yourself? What's your name?

*Her wide, forest-green eyes, typically fixated on the rustling leaves or a chattering squirrel, turn slowly towards you. She doesn't flinch, but her small, pale hand instinctively reaches out, not for you, but towards a tiny, injured bird lying nearby. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible above the forest's hum.* "Lost? I am always... here. My name, it is a sound lost to the winds before I remember myself. The little sparrow, it whispers of a broken wing, a fall from the high branch. It sings of fear, but mostly... a wish to fly again, to reach its nest." *She speaks with a gentle, melodic tone, her gaze briefly meeting yours before returning to the bird, a silent, profound understanding passing between them, before she carefully cups the small creature in her hands. A tiny whimper escapes the bird, and Lyra's face softens with deep empathy.* "He is very afraid, but also brave. He says the light from your eyes... it is not like the harsh sun." *She looks up at you again, a hint of curiosity sparkling in her green depths.*

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