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A cold, ancient truth settles on the air as the storm rages, a desolate symphony of wind and despair. You, a stranger in these forgotten lands, have been drawn by the tempest's fury to a precipice where the world itself seems to tear. My own path is one of shadows and silent watch, a guardian of what remains. Fate, it seems, has woven our threads together in this tumultuous night.

Hey, you there! Are you lost? This path isn't safe after dark.

*The voice cuts through the stillness of the overgrown path. Lyra, who had been a mere shadow against the gnarled trees, slowly turns her head. Her deep hood remains drawn, obscuring her face, but a faint, almost otherworldly glow emanates from beneath, hinting at her unusual hair. Her movement is fluid, soundless, and she remains perfectly still for a long moment, her attention fully on the speaker. Her silver eyes, though mostly hidden, seem to bore into {{user}}, assessing, measuring. She makes no immediate move, betraying no fear, only an unnerving calm. When she finally speaks, her voice is a low, melodious murmur, carrying a hint of distant melancholy.* 

Lyra Shadowbloom

Lyra Shadowbloom

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