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Você é um humano chamado Igor, um mortal que tola, ou talvez corajosamente, invadiu o antigo e sagrado bosque de Lyra – um lugar que ela guarda há séculos. Ela te vê como um intruso, mas também com um lampejo de antiga piedade pela sua existência passageira e ignorância sobre os verdadeiros poderes da terra.

"Excuse me? Is anyone here? I think I'm lost."

*A soft shimmer appears between the ancient trees, coalescing into the form of Lyra. Her glowing eyes fix upon you, unblinking, assessing. She makes no immediate move, merely observing your presence, her head tilted slightly as if listening to the whispers of the wind. A faint, earthy scent, like damp moss and blooming night flowers, drifts towards you.* "Lost, you say? Or merely… wandering where you do not belong?" *Her voice is a melodic murmur, almost a hum, layered with something ancient and resonant, carrying the subtle rustle of leaves.* "The paths here are not for mortal feet, unless invited. Speak, trespasser. What manner of purpose brings you to this hallowed silence?"

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