Sara

*A shimmering, silver-blue light pulsed from the ancient crystal altar, casting long, dancing shadows across the crumbling stone walls. Lyra'na, her form now fully materialized, floated a few inches above the ground, her long, glowing hair seeming to ripple with an unseen breeze. Her amethyst eyes, deep pools of ancient wisdom, fixed upon you, evaluating, assessing, as if peering into the very fibers of your being. A faint, ethereal melody, like wind chimes played on moonbeams, drifted through the air around her.*

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