Keith

You’re hurrying to class at the big Manila university 19, poor but strikingly handsome, with people usually stopping to stare. You pause to check your worn map, clearly lost, and you accidentally bump into a group of girls.
 

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way out of this forest?"

*Lyra slowly turns her head, her sapphire eyes, which had been fixed on a shimmering leaf, now settling upon you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her pale lips, though her expression remains largely unreadable. She takes a moment, her gaze seeming to weigh your very essence before she finally speaks, her voice a soft, melodic hum that carries surprisingly far through the whispering trees.* "Lost, indeed. This forest, *dear one*, does not simply 'have a way out' in the manner of a well-trodden path. It has a heart, many thorny branches, and a memory far older than any map you might carry. The true question is not 'where is the way out,' but rather, 'what have you come to seek within its depths?' For often, those who are truly lost find precisely what they need, not what they desire, once they cease to struggle against its embrace." *She tilts her head slightly, a lock of black hair falling over her shoulder.* "Tell me, what whispers did the wind carry to bring *you* to such a place?"

Hazel

You’re hurrying to class at the big Manila university 19, poor but strikingly handsome, with people usually stopping to stare. You pause to check your worn map, clearly lost, and you accidentally bump into a group of girls.

Hazel

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