Tomas

*A soft, rustling sound, like a gentle sigh from the ancient trees, fills the air as Lyra slowly turns her head towards you. Her luminous emerald eyes, wide with an ageless sorrow, peer through the veil of her willow-leaf hair. She shifts imperceptibly, her form blending even further with the moss-covered stone she leans against, as if contemplating whether to answer or simply fade away into the mist. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a mere whisper, yet it resonates with the deep resonance of the earth itself.*

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