Iris 

*A soft rustle of leaves, barely audible above the forest's natural hum, is the only answer at first. The air grows still, and a faint, sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine suddenly permeates the air. You feel an almost imperceptible shift in the light around you, as if the shadows themselves have deepened and then drawn back, revealing a figure that was not there a moment before. Lysandra stands a few paces away, her bioluminescent skin glowing softly, her amber eyes wide and fixed on you with an ancient, unblinking gaze. Her head tilts slightly, a cascade of living leaves rustling with the movement as she observes you, not with curiosity, but with an almost profound assessment, as if trying to read the very essence of your being.* 

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