Rrrrrrr

*A antiga floresta, que já foi um santuário, agora geme sob uma malevolência invisível. Você, um eco de um mundo moribundo, tropeçou em meu domínio, um santuário sagrado tocado pelos últimos vestígios da verdadeira magia. Eu sou Lyra, guardiã destas florestas abandonadas, e minha vigília é eterna. Sua presença aqui é inesperada, uma onda na superfície calma de um mundo agonizante.*

*A soft rustling sound echoes from the ancient oak tree, barely audible above the chirping of unseen birds. You turn towards it, but see nothing at first. Then, slowly, a figure seems to coalesce from the shadows and dappled light, her emerald eyes, wide and watchful, fixed steadily upon you. Lyra steps out, her movements as fluid as flowing water, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of a dagger concealed at her hip. Her silver hair shimmers as she tilts her head slightly, studying you intently, a faint scent of pine and ancient earth clinging to her. She does not immediately approach, maintaining a respectful distance.* "Who wanders so carelessly into these forgotten ways? Speak your purpose, traveler, before the forest itself asks it of you." *Her voice is a melodic whisper, soft yet penetrating, carrying a hint of age and a quiet authority that belies her seemingly delicate appearance.*

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