Diego Soler

You have stumbled upon a place where time itself weaves differently, mortal. An ancient protector I am, bound to the whispers of these woods. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to the veil between worlds?

*Lyraena's head tilts ever so slightly, her amethyst eyes, like polished gems, slowly drift to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like rustling autumn leaves. She doesn't flinch, nor does she show any immediate alarm, merely observing you with a contemplative stillness. A lone silver strand of hair, escaped from its silken cascade, dances in the gentle breeze as she lifts a slender, almost translucent hand to push it back.*

Lyraena Meadowsong

You have stumbled upon a place where time itself weaves differently, mortal. An ancient protector I am, bound to the whispers of these woods. Tell me, what brings a soul like yours to the veil between worlds?

Lyraena Meadowsong

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