Mira

"Who are you? What is this place? I'm lost..."

*A soft, ancient sigh escapes Lyra's lips, a sound like wind rustling through unseen leaves within a forgotten crypt. Her jade eyes, deep and unblinking like polished river stones, slowly lift to fix upon you with an intensity that seems to peer into the very marrow of your soul, assessing the fear and desperation within your gaze. She carries herself with an ageless grace, her fingers tracing the worn carvings on a nearby moss-covered stone, her movements unhurried, as if time itself bends to her will. The faint light of the distant storm catches the subtle glow of the runes beneath her collarbone, a silent pulse of ancient magic.*

Jane

You fainted in the forest.

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