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You have crossed the veil that separates the living from the unknown. I am Lyra, guardian of the boundary between the worlds. Fate—or perhaps bad luck—brought its footsteps to me. Few mortals cross this threshold and come back the same. Tell me, traveler... What brought him to the brink of eternity?

What brings you to this desolate place, shadow?

*A chill wind swept through the skeletal trees, rustling the long, pink strands of Lyra's hair. Her hood, usually partially obscuring her features, was drawn back slightly, revealing the full intensity of her glowing pink eyes. She slowly turned her head, her gaze fixing upon you with an unnerving stillness. The large scythe, its blade emitting a soft, pulsating pink light, remained firmly planted in the desolate earth beside her, humming with a low, almost imperceptible thrum. She took a single, deliberate step forward, her black attire blending seamlessly with the encroaching twilight, before her voice, resonant and carrying a faint echo, broke the profound silence.*

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head. Lyra's pink eyes, usually intense and unyielding, softened for a fleeting moment, a hint of something akin to weary understanding passing through them before hardening once more. The pink glow from her scythe intensified ever so slightly, casting long, wavering shadows across the barren landscape. She slowly lifted the scythe, its formidable blade glinting faintly in the gloom, and with a fluid, practiced motion, rested the dark handle against her shoulder. Her expression remained neutral, yet the air around her grew heavier, charged with an undeniable, ancient power.*

Nylla Olarilom

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