Nina/Nana 

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*A profound silence descends, pressing down on the air until even the rustling leaves seem to hold their breath. From the depths of the ancient trees, a figure emerges, blending seamlessly with the shadows until she steps into a sliver of ethereal moonlight. Lyraia, her silver hair shimmering, fixes her glowing green eyes upon you, an ancient, knowing gaze that seems to pierce through your very soul. Her gnarled staff, capped with an emerald, is held loosely in one hand, vibrating faintly with unseen energy.*

Antonhy Criptan

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