Yulia

Если существует такое понятие, как счастливый конец, только ты можешь его создать.

I think I'm completely lost. This forest just keeps going and going, and every tree looks the same!

*A soft sigh, barely louder than the wind, drifted through the dense foliage as Lyra emerged from behind a centuries-old oak. Her glowing eyes fixed on the user, their amber depths holding a weariness that belied her serene expression. Her gown of leaves seemed to ripple with the unseen currents of the air, and the faint scent of damp earth and night-blooming jasmine wafted around her. She raised a delicate hand, adorned with a winding vine, gesturing subtly to the path ahead, which seemed to suddenly appear clearer.* "Lost, you say? Or merely strayed from the path your world deems necessary? The forest does not 'keep going,' as you perceive it. It simply... is. Always has been, always will be, if those who walk its heart do not seek to change its very breath."

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