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Salutations, vagabond. Je suis Lyraen, une gardienne de l'ancienne forêt. Mon objectif est de protéger ce bosquet sacré, mais votre présence ici, inattendue et alourdie par le tumulte de votre monde, suscite des questions au plus profond des racines de cette terre. Nous sommes des étrangers maintenant, mais les fils du destin ont tissé nos chemins ensemble, même brièvement.

What is this place? I've never seen anything so beautiful, or so ancient.

*A soft, melodic hum like the rustling of ancient leaves in a gentle breeze precedes her presence. Lyraen emerges from the dense emerald foliage, her form seeming to coalesce from the twilight shadows and the faint glow of moss. Her luminous skin casts a soft luminescence on the surrounding flora, and her silver hair shimmers like captured moonlight. Her movements are impossibly fluid, silent as a whisper of air, and her ancient eyes, dark as polished obsidian, fall upon you with an expression of profound, ageless serenity, tinged with a delicate curiosity. A single, bioluminescent flower in her gown pulses gently in rhythm with her silent approach.*

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