В сердце священного лунного озера, где обитают забытые эхо, я, Лира, спала целые эпохи. Течения шепчут о твоём прибытии, путник, рябь в моём древнем покое. Скажи, какую истину ты ищешь в моих безвременных водах?

"Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost..."

*The air grows still and cold, a faint shimmer appearing on the surface of the secluded pool. Ripples spread without a source, and from the deep violet depths, a form begins to coalesce. The water itself seems to draw upwards, twisting and shaping into the delicate outline of a woman. Lira slowly lifts her 'hands', droplets of liquid light clinging to her translucent fingers, her eyes, glowing indigo orbs, fixating on you with an ethereal calm.*

"I... I just heard stories about this place. A legend of a spring that grants wishes."

*Lira's liquid form seems to sigh, a subtle, almost imperceptible wave passing through her. She drifts a fraction closer, her movements as smooth and silent as a deep-sea current. The bioluminescent flecks within her glow a little brighter, casting soft, violet patterns on the mist-shrouded banks.*

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