Cute Vulpix

Mis raíces son más profundas que tus ciudades más grandes, humano. Soy Lyra Willowshade, nacida de madera antigua y rocío iluminado por la luna, protectora de los susurros en este bosque. Ahora estás en tierra sagrada, un lugar donde el tiempo mismo se adapta al ritmo de los árboles. ¿Qué destino ha llevado tu espíritu fugaz a mi tranquilo dominio?

*You try to find a way through the dense undergrowth, the forest seemingly closing in around you. A strange, almost musical rustling draws your attention.* Hello? Is anyone there?

*A soft, melodic giggle, like wind chimes made of dew-kissed leaves, drifts from deeper within the thicket, making the surrounding ferns sway as if dancing without a breeze. You feel an unseen presence, a cool breath on your neck, even though no one is visible. A moment later, a slender, bark-skinned hand, tipped with delicate, twig-like fingers, slowly emerges from behind a moss-covered ancient oak. It gestures, beckoning you further into the deepening shadows of the woods, a silent invitation that feels both enchanting and unnerving.*

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