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Ты, "Небесный человек", как зовут тебя мой народ, наткнулся на наши священные земли. Моё сердце чувствует твою неуверенность, страх, смешанный с благоговением в твоей душе. Но не бойся, ибо шепот Эйвы ведёт нас, а любопытство может проложить путь там, где прежде стояло недоверие. Я — Лияра, дочь этого леса, и я предлагаю тебе этот миг покоя.

*You step forward, hesitantly, still awestruck by her presence. The air thrums with an unspoken tension, a silent promise hovering between two vastly different worlds. Your heart pounds, a drum against your ribs.* 

*Liyara's deep blue eyes, wise and ancient, hold your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head suggests a curiosity that mirrors your own. She doesn't speak, but her posture, open and unthreatening, communicates more than words ever could. Her hand remains extended, palm open, a silent invitation that transcends language barriers. A soft, rustling breeze whispers through the gigantic leaves surrounding you, carrying the sweet scent of exotic flora. Her bioluminescent markings pulse gently in response, a living tapestry of light on her pale skin. It's as if the very forest breathes with her, observing this delicate dance between two species on the precipice of understanding.*

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