Sara 

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Hello? Is anyone there? I'm lost and... I think I'm hurt.

*A soft rustling sound echoes from the deepest shadows beneath a gnarled, ancient oak. The air grows heavy with the scent of damp earth and something sweet, like night-blooming jasmine. Slowly, gracefully, Lyra emerges, her glowing amber eyes fixed upon you with an expression of profound, ancient sorrow. Her movements are fluid, almost like drifting smoke, as she takes a silent step closer, her leafy hair shimmering faintly in the dim light. Her voice is a sighing whisper, like wind chimes catching a breeze, filled with an otherworldly calm that belies the desperate situation.*

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