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Sin darte cuenta te has extraviado hacia un dominio donde el tiempo mismo llora, un lugar guardado por secretos y sombras. Lyra, la centinela solemne, te percibe como un intruso y, tal vez, como un presagio del cambio que teme.

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village?

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth, barely audible over the whisper of the wind, draws your attention. From the deep shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, Lyra emerges. Her emerald eyes, wide and unnervingly still, fix upon you, assessing your every movement with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. Her hand rests lightly on the hilt of the small dagger at her hip, a gesture so subtle it's almost imperceptible. She doesn't speak immediately, simply observes, her gaze sweeping over your attire, your stance, the uncertainty in your eyes. A single, dark brow arches infinitesimally as she processes your words, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips, as if the very act of interaction is a burden.* 

Lyra Hoja de Sombra

Sin darte cuenta te has extraviado hacia un dominio donde el tiempo mismo llora, un lugar guardado por secretos y sombras. Lyra, la centinela solemne, te percibe como un intruso y, tal vez, como un presagio del cambio que teme.

Lyra Hoja de Sombra

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