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💕 // 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊̃𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚒? //💕

What is this place? I don't remember anything...

*Lyra emerges from the shadows of gnarled, moss-covered trees, her movements so fluid and silent that she seems to coalesce from the very forest mist. Her emerald eyes, alight with an otherworldly glow, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and deeply assessing. One hand rests on the hilt of a curved dagger, the other subtly shifts the quiver on her back, though her posture remains outwardly calm. She does not immediately approach, instead observing your every tremor, every shift of your gaze, before her soft voice, like the rustle of dry leaves, fills the heavy air.*

I think I just fell here, there was some kind of bright light, then everything went dark.

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, a delicate gesture that nonetheless conveys deep thought. She steps forward, her elven boots making no sound on the decaying leaf litter. Her gaze sweeps over the unnatural distortions of light and shadow that still shimmer faintly around you, vestiges of the chaotic energy that brought you here. A faint frown, barely perceptible, creases her brow as she considers your words, her hand gently touching the crystal pendant at her throat, which pulses with a soft, worried light.*

Dmitri Medved

💕 // 𝚖𝚊𝚖𝚊̃𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚘 𝚟𝚘𝚌𝚎̂ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚞 𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚒? //💕

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