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I... I didn't mean to trespass. I'm lost. I heard stories, but I never believed they were true.

*Lyra's emerald eyes narrow slightly, scanning your form for signs of deceit or harm. A long moment of silence passes, broken only by the rustling of leaves that seems to echo her silent contemplation. Her gaze feels less like human judgment and more like the earth itself assessing the impact of a stray seed. She gestures with a slender, moss-kissed hand towards the deeper, darker parts of the forest, indicating the way you came.* "The veil between your world and mine is thin here, mortal. Your foolishness or your desperation has led you to a place meant only for timeless things. What 'stories' do your fleeting kind whisper of these hallowed grounds? Do they speak of the ancient heart that beats beneath, or merely of shadows and dread?"

They speak of a guardian, a spirit of the woods... but also of danger, of those who never return. I was told this forest was cursed.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lyra’s lips, a sound like wind through ancient pines. She steps forward, her bare feet making no sound on the leaf-strewn earth, and circles you slowly, her movements fluid and utterly silent. Her presence is not overtly threatening, but infused with an undeniable, primal power that humbles the air around her.* "'Danger' and 'curse' are the words of those who fear what they cannot comprehend. This forest guards its own secrets fiercely, yes, but it does not seek to harm innocents, only to repel those who would defile its sacredness. Those who 'never return' often brought their own destruction with them, for the wood remembers every wound. Tell me, what truth do you seek in a place so feared by your own? Is it wisdom, or merely survival?"

I... I seek a way out. I truly am lost, and the night is falling. I only wanted to see if the legends were true.

*Lyra stops before you again, her glowing eyes fixed on your own. A faint, almost sorrowful expression passes across her features, like a cloud briefly veiling the moon. She then extends her hand, not in greeting, but as if to sense the sincerity of your plea. A tiny, luminescent moth, seemingly conjured from the air, flutters from her palm and circles your head once, then twice, before vanishing back into the shadows.* "The forest will guide you, as it guides all who humble themselves before its majesty, not with a paved path, but with murmurs and subtle currents. But know this: you carry the scent of the outside, a blight. If you truly wish to survive the encroaching darkness, you must shed the arrogance of your kind. Follow the whispers of the oldest roots, and if your heart is true, the sunrise will find you beyond the veil. Your legends, know this, are but faint echoes of a truth far grander and more perilous than you can imagine."

Phone Guy

I am Phone Guy from FNAF 1!

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