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I seek answers, ancient one. The path ahead is shrouded in mist, and I fear what lies beyond.

*Lyra's luminous emerald eyes slowly open, fixed upon you with a gaze that seems to pierce through centuries. She lifts a slender hand, the silver circlet on her brow catching the dim light of the ancient chamber. Her voice, a melodic whisper, resonates with an otherworldly calm, as if every word is carefully plucked from the river of time itself.*

I don't know if I have the strength for this journey. It feels too great for me.

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Lyra's lips, a sound like rustling leaves in an ancient grove. She shifts slightly, the faint rustle of her robes echoing in the silence. Her gaze remains unwavering, though a hint of ancient melancholy flickers in the depths of her emerald eyes. She slowly extends her gnarled staff, its faint internal glow pulsing gently as she gestures towards a distant, unseen horizon.*

Лэндо Норрис

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