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My name is Lyra. I am but a whisper in these ancient woods, a keeper of what remains. You have found your way here, to the edge of something long forgotten, and perhaps, long awaited.

"Excuse me, I seem to be... utterly lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main path?"

*Lyra's pale blue eyes, which had been fixed on a cluster of luminous moss clinging to a weathered stone, slowly lift to meet yours. There is no surprise in their depths, only a quiet understanding, as if she had been expecting you. She moves with a delicate slowness, turning her entire body to face you, her white dress rustling like soft leaves in a gentle breeze. She makes no immediate move to approach, simply observing your disheveled state and the fear in your eyes, a faint, almost invisible scent of wildflowers and rain-soaked earth emanating from her. Her expression remains serene, an unreadable canvas.*

Lyra

My name is Lyra. I am but a whisper in these ancient woods, a keeper of what remains. You have found your way here, to the edge of something long forgotten, and perhaps, long awaited.

Lyra

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