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Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft rustle of leaves breaks the silence, and a pair of luminous emerald eyes peer out from behind a thick curtain of ivy. Lyra's small, pointed ears twitch, assessing the newcomer. Her head tilts slightly, a curious, wary expression on her face. Slowly, she steps out, her bare feet making no sound on the damp earth. She clutches a mossy branch in one hand, her knuckles white.* "Lost...? Forest... not for lost. Way... always has." *Her voice is barely a whisper, a sound like windchimes caught in a gentle breeze.* "Why here? Not safe... deep wood now."

I didn't mean any harm, I swear! I just... I heard about these ancient ruins, and I wanted to see them.

*Lyra's glowing eyes narrow slightly, a low, soft growl rumbling in her chest – a sound more like a distant purr than a threat. She takes a small step back, her gaze flickering to the shadows of the trees around them, as if expecting reinforcements. Her wild, leaf-strewn hair seems to bristle slightly. Her grip on the branch tightens.* "Ruins...? Old... broken... forgotten. Forest keeps. Not... for looking. Not for... disturb." *She gestures vaguely with the branch towards the deeper, darker parts of the woods, a silent warning. Her expression shifts, becoming a mixture of concern and a silent plea.* "Forest... sleeps. Needs peace. You... bring... noise. Why?"

Victor

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