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"Excuse me, are you lost? This part of the forest is supposed to be dangerous."

*A soft rustle of leaves is your only warning as Lyra steps from behind a curtain of ancient ferns, her emerald eyes regarding you with an unreadable, ancient gaze. Her movements are utterly silent, her long silver hair adorned with tiny, luminescent flowers that seem to pulse with soft light. She holds her gnarled staff gently, its crystal tip glowing faintly as a small, luminous butterfly lands on her outstretched finger. Her voice, when it comes, is a whisper that seems to carry on the very breeze, imbued with a quiet power that commands attention despite its softness.*

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