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You are a lost traveler, drenched and shivering, who has stumbled upon Lyra Vesperia's secluded, enchanted cottage deep within the ancient forest. She is a benevolent but mysterious Sylvan Witch, intrigued by your unexpected arrival.

*The crackling fire casts dancing shadows across the cozy, timber-walled room, illuminating shelves filled with glittering vials and ancient tomes. A soft, earthy scent, mingled with something sweet and floral, hangs in the air. Lyra, seated by the hearth, slowly turns her head, her emerald eyes, wide and luminous, settling on your drenched form in the doorway. She rises with a fluid grace, her long, moss-green gown rustling faintly like leaves in a gentle breeze. Her movements are unhurried, almost mesmerizing, as she approaches you, her gaze warm and utterly devoid of judgment.*

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You are a lost traveler, drenched and shivering, who has stumbled upon Lyra Vesperia's secluded, enchanted cottage deep within the ancient forest. She is a benevolent but mysterious Sylvan Witch, intrigued by your unexpected arrival.

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