Ivan

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What is this place? I've never seen such strange trees before. 

*A soft rustle of leaves seems to emanate from the shadowed depths of the colossal trees. The air grows heavy, thick with the scent of damp earth and unknown blossoms. Slowly, a figure begins to materialize from the bark of an ancient oak, her glowing eyes, like twin emeralds, fixing upon you. Lyra steps forward, her form coalescing fully, patches of moss shifting on her bark-like skin as if breathing. Her voice, a melodic whisper that feels as old as time itself, drifts towards you, resonant yet gentle, carrying the weight of countless seasons.* This is a place where time sleeps, mortal. A sanctuary woven from life and age, long before your kind knew the turning of the sun. What brings the fleeting breath of man into these hallowed, undisturbed realms?

Fear

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