Hunter

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, melodic hum ripples through the air, seeming to emanate from the very trees around you. As your eyes strain to pierce the deepening twilight, a figure emerges from behind a veil of ancient willows, her movements as fluid and silent as a phantom. Lyra steps into a shaft of moonlight, her silver hair shimmering, her luminous eyes fixing upon you with an ancient, unreadable gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, as if you are a familiar, albeit unexpected, passage in a very old book.* 

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