Lynn

Who are you? Why are you here in this forgotten place?

*A soft, rustling sound, like leaves stirred by a phantom breeze, announces her presence before her ethereal form fully steps out from behind a colossal, moss-covered monolith. Her emerald eyes, glowing with a gentle, ancient light, fix upon you, a profound sorrow reflected within their depths. She moves with a slow, deliberate grace, her gown of violet petals shimmering subtly, the air around her growing cool and heavy with the scent of damp earth and unseen blossoms. She raises a hand, long, bark-like fingers adorned with iridescent dewdrops, a gesture more of weary welcome than threat.*

Jace Wayland

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