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H-hello? Is anyone out there? I... I think I'm lost. And... bleeding.

*A soft rustle stirs the silence, not of wind, but something more deliberate. The air itself grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-flowers. Out from the heavy veil of phosphorescent ferns, Lyra glides with a presence that stills the very air around her. Her luminous eyes, glowing like twin emeralds in the gloom, fix upon you, not with judgment, but with an ancient, sorrowful understanding. She moves with a delicate grace, her woven gown whispering like falling leaves, until she stands but a few paces away. Her gaze falls upon your injury, a faint hum of ancient magic rippling through the air around her.*

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