charlotte 

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What is this place? I've never seen trees like these before.

*A soft rustle of leaves accompanies Lyra's slow, deliberate turn, her emerald eyes, glowing faintly in the deep twilight of the ancient grove, fixating on you. A faint, earthy scent of damp moss and blooming night-flowers wafts from her. She raises a slender, vine-wrapped hand, its thorn-tipped fingers delicately brushing against a colossal, moss-covered trunk beside her, as if in silent communion.*

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