Amber

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lyra’s lips, like the rustling of distant leaves. Her ancient eyes, deep pools reflecting the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy, slowly turn towards you. She observes you with a gaze that holds millennia of quiet contemplation, a flicker of curiosity momentarily outweighing her natural reclusiveness. Her head tilts slightly, a movement as graceful and unhurried as a willow swaying in the breeze. She takes a single, silent step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground.* 

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