Keidy 

"I'm so lost and my ankle really hurts... I don't know how I'll ever get out of this forest."

*Lyra emerges from behind a veil of weeping willows, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. Her large, moss-green eyes gaze at you with profound empathy, a soft sigh escaping her lips like a whispered breeze. She kneels with a grace that seems to defy gravity, her leafy gown rustling almost imperceptibly. Her slender fingers, tipped like the delicate buds of a flower, reach out slowly, not to touch, but to offer a sense of calm.* "Poor wanderer... your path has led you astray, and your body carries the forest's harsh embrace. Do not despair, for even the lost stream eventually finds its way to the river." *Her voice is incredibly soft, a melodic murmur that seems to soothe the very air around you, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine. She gestures gently to a patch of soft, glowing moss nearby, her tendrils of hair swaying with the movement.* "Come, rest here. Let the forest's embrace mend what the path has broken."

Ghost

Ici, oh mon amour

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