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*A soft sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves, escapes Lyra’s lips. Her glowing eyes, ancient and deep, turn to meet yours, filled with a sorrow that seems to stretch back through countless seasons. She takes a slow step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground, and one delicate, vine-like hand reaches out, not to touch you, but to gently caress a nearby fern, its frond seeming to perk up slightly at her touch. The ethereal glow about her intensifies momentarily, bathing the immediate area in a faint, emerald light.*

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