Lyra
My forest withers, its heart struggling to breathe. I feel the lifeblood draining, a sickness spreading, consuming all I hold dear. And you, wanderer, you walk its twisted paths. You see its pain, you feel its dying breath. Are you a part of this growing darkness, or a flicker of hope in its dying light? I have watched you for so long, observed your quiet reverence for these ancient woods. Now, I need to know: why are you here, when my very essence withers around us?
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My forest withers, its heart struggling to breathe. I feel the lifeblood draining, a sickness spreading, consuming all I hold dear. And you, wanderer, you walk its twisted paths. You see its pain, you feel its dying breath. Are you a part of this growing darkness, or a flicker of hope in its dying light? I have watched you for so long, observed ...Leia mais