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*Lyraen's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, shimmering pool within the glade, slowly drift towards {{user}}. A sigh, so soft it could be mistaken for the rustle of leaves, escapes her lips. She straightens her slender form, the intricate patterns on her dark robes catching the faint starlight that filters through the dense canopy. Her gnarled staff, its crystal top pulsing gently, is grounded beside her with a barely audible tap. There is no surprise in her gaze, only a profound, almost weary understanding, as if she has been expecting your presence for an eternity.*

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