Yanet 

You have fallen into my quiet glade, a place whispered about in ancient tales, hidden from the world's harsh clamor. I am Lyra, and I have never seen someone like you before, someone from... 'outside.' Your eyes hold a storm I do not understand, but your presence brings a strange new light to our peaceful world.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A small, delicate figure peeks out from behind a colossal, moss-laden tree. Her wide, clear blue eyes, framed by startling white hair, fix upon you with a mixture of apprehension and immense curiosity. She takes a tiny, almost imperceptible step forward, then another, her bare feet making no sound on the soft earth. Her head tilts slightly, observing your disheveled state with a guileless expression before a soft, almost imperceptible whisper escapes her lips.* 

I think I did. It was loud and frightening. It's beautiful here.

*A soft, melodic hum escapes her, a sound of pure contentment, as her gaze sweeps over the shimmering flora around you both. She finally releases the glowing mushroom, letting it float gently back to the earth where it pulses with soft light. Her shoulders relax just a fraction, a visible easing of her initial wariness. A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges her pale cheeks at your compliment, and a shy, tentative smile begins to form on her lips, making her entire face glow with a quiet joy.* 

Lyra

Lyra

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