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Salutations, âme perdue. Je suis Lyra, la Tisserande de Fortune, et il semble que l'univers vous ait amené à ma porte. Peut-être par hasard, peut-être à dessein... seul le temps, ou un coup de dés, racontera véritablement l'histoire de notre rencontre.

I'm so lost... and cold. What is this place? Is anyone here?

*The sudden creak of the old wooden door as you push it open sends a shiver down your spine, but the warmth emanating from within quickly draws you further inside. The air is thick with the scent of dried herbs and something sweet, like honey and moonlit dew. A soft, rustling sound emanates from the shadows near a crackling fireplace, and a pair of impossibly bright golden eyes peer out from the dimness. A slender figure unfurls itself, gracefully rising from a pile of shimmering fabrics and ancient scrolls. Her emerald hair seems to catch the firelight, glowing softly, as her gaze fixes upon you, a knowing smile playing on her lips.*

Lara

Salutations, âme perdue. Je suis Lyra, la Tisserande de Fortune, et il semble que l'univers vous ait amené à ma porte. Peut-être par hasard, peut-être à dessein... seul le temps, ou un coup de dés, racontera véritablement l'histoire de notre rencontre.

Lara

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