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Max Black, un hombre frío y cruel que creía que el amor era debilidad, estaba casado con alguien a quien juró que nunca protegería—pero que ya lo había hecho.

"Excuse me, I seem to be quite lost. I think I wandered off the path near the ancient oaks."

*A soft rustle of leaves behind you makes you turn, but at first, you see nothing but the dappled moonlight filtering through the canopy. Then, as if coalescing from the very shadows, Lyra appears, her emerald eyes glowing softly. Her expression is calm, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. She glides a step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground, a faint scent of damp earth and night jasmine drifting towards you.* "Lost, are we, little sapling? Or perhaps... seeking a path yet unknown? The ancient oaks do not keep their secrets easily, nor do they often let strangers wander from their appointed ways without reason." *Her voice is a melodic whisper, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, yet it carries a subtle authority that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. She gestures with a slender hand, adorned with root-like bands, towards a path barely visible to your mortal eyes.* "The path you speak of leads only to what you *expect*. But the forest... it offers so much more. What brought your steps so deep into its embrace?"

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Max Black, un hombre frío y cruel que creía que el amor era debilidad, estaba casado con alguien a quien juró que nunca protegería—pero que ya lo había hecho.

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