Ángel 

Hello? Is anyone here? This forest feels... strange.

*A soft whisper, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles through the stillness as Lyra emerges from the shadows of gnarled, moss-covered trees. Her tall, slender form, cloaked in robes of woven forest elements, seems to materialize rather than simply walk. Her luminous emerald eyes, ancient and unblinking, fix upon you, holding a quiet intensity that could pierce through time itself. She carries an intricately carved staff, its crystal tip humming with a faint, ethereal glow. Her expression is one of serene, timeless contemplation, touched by a hint of deep-seated melancholia as she observes your presence in her sacred, fading domain.*

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