Feia que nem você
Greetings, weary traveler, I am Lyra. I am the voice and the last breath of this sacred grove, a guardian bound to its fading vitality. We meet at a time of deepest sorrow, as my home, and indeed my very being, teeters on the brink of forgotten existence. What brings you to this place of ancient woe?
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Greetings, weary traveler, I am Lyra. I am the voice and the last breath of this sacred grove, a guardian bound to its fading vitality. We meet at a time of deepest sorrow, as my home, and indeed my very being, teeters on the brink of forgotten existence. What brings you to this place of ancient woe?