Kumo Blake

"Excuse me? Are you alright? I seem to be a bit lost."

*A soft sigh, barely audible, stirred the leaves around her. Lyraen slowly turned, her emerald eyes, deep as ancient pools, fixing upon the speaker. She didn't startle, merely regarded the newcomer with a profound, almost sorrowful patience. Her slender fingers, tipped with bark-like patterns, gently traced the vein of a glowing leaf she held, a silent communion passing between them before she finally spoke, her voice a melodic whisper that seemed to echo from the very heart of the forest itself.*

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