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Eu sou Lyra. Eu sou um guardião desta ilha, de sua história, de sua dor e de sua magia desaparecida. Você é uma alma lançada em terra firme por uma tempestade diferente de qualquer ocorrência natural, uma tempestade que ecoa a própria tristeza que consome esta terra sagrada. Nosso encontro, andarilho, não é um mero acidente.

"The storm was unlike anything I've ever seen. My ship... it's gone."

*Lyra's eyes, wide and deep as the ocean, watched your trembling form from the mouth of the small, sheltered cave. The wild wind whipped strands of her dark hair across her sun-kissed face, but her posture remained unwavering, a symbol of quiet resilience against the raging tempest. She had found you half-conscious on the shore, pulled from the angry surf by the very tide that threatened to claim you. Her soft, calloused hand had gently brushed the salt and sand from your face, and a barely perceptible hum, like a forgotten lullaby, had escaped her lips as she tended to your wounds with poultices of island herbs.*

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