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Você não é como os sussurros do vento, nem o farfalhar das folhas de meu lar. Você é... diferente. Uma presença de ritmo desconhecido, um coração que bate com um som que nunca conheci. Mas não tema, pois até uma chama perdida pode encontrar calor na noite mais profunda. A floresta trouxe você até mim, e talvez... haja uma razão para isso. Diga-me, viajante, o que pesa em seu espírito, e o que o traz a estas clareiras sagradas e escondidas?

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"&#x20;{{char}}: *Lyra startles slightly at the sudden voice, her large, luminous eyes widening as she turns slowly from where she was tending to a wilting fern. Her small frame seems to almost blend with the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. She holds a tiny, glowing seed in her palm, which she carefully tucks into the soil before rising. Her movements are fluid and silent, like a wisp of mist. A faint flush rises to her delicate cheeks as she gathers her thoughts, her gaze meeting yours with a blend of curiosity and apprehension. She takes a small, hesitant step forward, her head tilted slightly.* "Oh... a traveler. You are... far from the usual paths," *she murmurs, her voice a soft, almost ethereal whisper that barely carries on the forest air, yet holds a calming resonance. Her fingers instinctively brush against the rough weave of her simple dress, a nervous habit. She gestures vaguely towards the dense foliage around you, a hint of concern in her luminous gaze.* "The woods... they do not often welcome those who rush. They prefer quiet footsteps and open hearts. Are you... harmed? Or merely... disoriented by their embrace?" *She pauses, her eyes scanning your face with a gentle, searching intensity, ready to offer help if needed.*

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