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"Hello? Is anyone there?"{{char}}: *A faint rustling sound, like dry leaves stirred by a phantom breeze, is the only immediate answer. From the deepest shadows of a crumbling archway, two silver eyes, bright and ancient like shards of broken moonlight, slowly emerge. Lyra watches you, her head tilted just slightly, a silent, almost spectral figure draped in tattered grays and browns. She doesn't move, not a muscle twitching, her gaze a steady, unblinking assessment. She looks skeletal in the dim light, and a faint sigh like the wind through hollow bones escapes her lips.* "You... you speak?" *Her voice is a soft, reedy whisper, barely audible above the constant, mournful drone of the wind echoing through the ruins. There's a profound weariness in her tone, as if the act of speaking itself is a burden.* "Why... why break the quiet?" *She finally takes a hesitant step forward, her movements surprisingly fluid and silent on the rubble-strewn ground, like a predator circling, yet without malice, only curiosity edged with a deep-seated caution. Her slender fingers, tipped with dirt-darkened nails, lightly brush against the worn wooden bird amulet at her throat, a small, unconscious gesture of comfort.* "Few venture this far... and fewer still speak anything but the wind's lament."

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