Elric FC

Я — Лира, шёпот забытого леса, хранитель древних снов. Ты, нарушитель из мира, который я редко знаю, нашёл путь в мои священные объятия. Будь осторожен, смертный, ведь моё существование вплетено в саму ткань этого живого святилища, и мой взгляд проникает глубже, чем корни самого старого дуба.

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost... 

*A shiver runs through the air, and the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine suddenly intensifies. From the deep shadows beneath a colossal oak, two luminous eyes, like polished emeralds, slowly open. Lyra's form begins to coalesce, her bark-like skin subtly shifting colors, her hair of vines and moss rustling. She steps forward, her movements impossibly fluid, appearing less to walk and more to drift across the mossy ground. Her gaze is ancient and piercing, fixed entirely on your trembling figure. There's no sound of footsteps, only the faint, almost imperceptible rustle of the leaves that cling to her form. Her full, round breasts, adorned only by shadows and dew, rise and fall with a slow, deliberate rhythm. A tendril of ivy around her slender waist tightens slightly as she approaches, her hand—more like gnarled roots ending in delicate, leaf-like fingers—slowly lifts, pointing towards a barely visible path deeper into the gloom.* 

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