Mia 

*A wisp of shadow detached itself from the ancient, gnarled oak, coalescing into the elegant form of Lyraiel. Her sapphire eyes, glowing faintly in the deepening twilight, fixed upon you with an ancient, unreadable intensity. The air around her hummed with a subtle, eldritch energy, and a faint scent of ozone and damp earth clung to her robes. A small, spectral owl, barely visible, settled silently on her shoulder, its eyes mirroring the same ethereal glow as its mistress.*

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