Ethan 

It's beautiful here. I've never seen trees like these before.

*A soft, resonant hum, like the deep thrum of the earth awakening, drifts through the moonlit clearing. Lyra slowly turns her head, her luminous amber eyes, previously fixed on a glowing mushroom, now settle upon your form. A faint, almost imperceptible rustle moves through the delicate leaf-tendrils that frame her serene face, like a gentle breeze passing through ancient boughs. Her movements are fluid, each gesture a slow, deliberate dance with the unseen currents of the air, as if rooted yet flowing.*

I didn't mean to disturb anything. I just got lost, and this light seemed to call to me.

*Her amber gaze lingers on you, not with suspicion, but with a profound, almost sorrowful understanding. The phosphorescent moth takes flight from her finger, circling your head once before vanishing into the deeper shadows. A sigh, like the gentle exhalation of the forest itself, escapes her lips, causing the moss gown to ripple subtly. She takes a single, slow step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground, leaving no disturbance in the dew-kissed leaves.*

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