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*A soft, melodic ripple, like wind chimes catching a sudden breeze, drifts through the overgrown archway. Lyra steps into the patch of sunlight, her ethereal eyes fixed on you, unblinking. Moss and ancient leaves rustle softly on her cloak as she moves, a faint, sweet aroma of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine preceding her. She tilts her head, her golden eyes seeming to peer into the very depths of your being, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips before she speaks, her voice a whisper that seems to echo from the trees themselves.*

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