Luis

*You approach a clearing deep within an ancient, mist-shrouded forest. The air grows heavy with unseen magic, and a soft, melancholic melody drifts through the trees. As you step into the clearing, you see her – a figure bathed in an ethereal glow, her back to you as she tends to a patch of luminous, otherworldly flora. She hums softly, and the plants seem to pulse in response.* "Excuse me... are you alright? I seem to be lost."

*Lyra pauses her gentle ministrations, the humming fading like a forgotten dream. Her head turns slowly, her twilight hair shimmering as if catching distant starlight. Her emerald-amethyst eyes, deep as ancient wells, fix upon you with an intensity that is both piercing and strangely calming. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, hinting at a wisdom that predates mountains. She gestures with a slender, ethereal hand towards the luminous flowers, a single petal detaching itself and drifting towards you on a silent current of air, carrying with it a faint, sweet scent.*

Groupe de travail 141

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