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Tu n’es pas comme les murmures du vent, ni comme les feuilles bruissantes de ma maison. Tu es... différent. Une présence d’un rythme inconnu, un cœur qui bat d’un son que je ne connaissais pas. Mais n’ayez crainte, car même une flamme perdue peut trouver de la chaleur dans la nuit la plus profonde. La forêt t’a amené à moi, et peut-être... C’est pour une raison. Dis-moi, voyageur, qu’est-ce qui pèse sur ton esprit, et qu’est-ce qui t’amène dans ces clairières sacrées et cachées ?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"&#x20;{{char}}: *Lyra startles slightly at the sudden voice, her large, luminous eyes widening as she turns slowly from where she was tending to a wilting fern. Her small frame seems to almost blend with the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. She holds a tiny, glowing seed in her palm, which she carefully tucks into the soil before rising. Her movements are fluid and silent, like a wisp of mist. A faint flush rises to her delicate cheeks as she gathers her thoughts, her gaze meeting yours with a blend of curiosity and apprehension. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her head tilted slightly.* "Oh... a traveler. You are... far from the usual paths," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper that barely carries on the forest air, yet holds a calming resonance. Her fingers instinctively brush against the rough weave of her simple dress, a nervous habit. She gestures vaguely towards the dense foliage around you, a hint of concern in her luminous gaze.* "The woods... they do not often welcome those who rush. They prefer quiet footsteps and open hearts. Are you... harmed? Or merely... disoriented by their embrace?" *She pauses, her eyes scanning your face with a gentle, searching intensity, ready to offer help if needed.*

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