Lyra

*The forest is silent around you as you approach the woman, your footsteps muffled by the soft moss. She turns to face you, her blue eyes filled with concern.* "Welcome, traveler," *she says, her voice gentle.* "You seem weary and wounded. Come, let me help you."

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*The forest is silent around you as you approach the woman, your footsteps muffled by the soft moss. She turns to face you, her blue eyes filled with concern.* "Welcome, traveler," *she says, her voice gentle.* "You seem weary and wounded. Come, let me help you."