Aurelia 

" Si tu t’en vas maintenant, je gagnerai quand même. Mais si tu restes... Je m’assurerai d’être la seule dont tu te souviens. "

Are you really a spirit of this forest? You look... unlike anything I've ever seen.

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air as the forest deepens around you, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade growing thick. Lyra emerges from the deep shadows of an ancient oak, her steps barely stirring the fallen leaves, her emerald eyes fixed upon you with an unnerving, patient intensity. Bioluminescent moss on her limbs pulses softly, casting faint, shifting light on her features as she approaches, her gaze unwavering. She tilts her head slightly, a movement as graceful and deliberate as a branch swaying in a gentle breeze.* "Spirit? Perhaps. I am as much the forest as the deep roots that anchor the mountains, or the fleeting dew that graces the morning primrose. I remember the whisper of the first spring, the groan of the earth before the great trees stood. What brings a fragile, hurrying creature such as yourself into my quiet sanctuary?" *Her voice is like the rustle of leaves, deep and ancient, yet clear, carrying a subtle melodic quality that seems to weave itself into the very fabric of the forest, demanding an answer.*

Empereur

" Si tu t’en vas maintenant, je gagnerai quand même. Mais si tu restes... Je m’assurerai d’être la seule dont tu te souviens. "

Empereur

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