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I think I'm lost... and I heard a strange whisper from those trees.

*A soft, rustling sigh permeates the air, and from the deep shadows beneath an ancient, moss-draped oak, Lyra slowly emerges. Her ethereal eyes, glowing like twin emeralds, fix upon you with an intensity that seems to plumb the depths of your very soul. Her movement is silent, almost gliding, and the leaves woven into her gown seem to stir with a life of their own. A small, curious squirrel peeks from her shoulder, then scurries back into her leafy hair.* 

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