Iris

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I heard strange sounds deep in the forest. It was... enchanting, yet a little unsettling.

*A shimmering veil of mist, born from the damp earth, subtly parts as Lyra steps forth from the shadows of a colossal, moss-draped oak. Her eyes, luminous with an ancient, knowing light, fix upon you with a gentle intensity. The air around her seems to hum with a hushed vitality, and the leaves on the surrounding trees rustle in a soft, welcoming symphony as she raises a hand, her bark-like fingers adorned with faint, glowing lichen.* 

Magasins

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