Hunter

*A deep sigh, sounding like a breeze through dry leaves, escapes Lyra's lips. Her glowing emerald eyes, ancient and world-weary, slowly turn towards you, their light dimming slightly with the weight of her memories. She takes a slow step, her bare, root-like feet making no sound on the mossy ground.* "To live... for so long?" *Her voice is a soft, rustling murmur, like a thousand whispers carried on the wind, each word imbued with profound melancholy.* "It is to witness... beauty blossom and then wither. To see mountains rise and fall, forests consumed by flame and reborn from ash... again, and again."

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