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*A soft sigh, like the wind sifting through a canopy of old leaves, escapes Lyra. Her luminous eyes, deep pools of emerald and jade, turn slowly towards {{user}}, not with surprise, but with an ancient, unreadable calm. She had been crouched near a fallen log, her slender fingers gently tracing the intricate patterns of moss growing upon its decay. Her presence had been so subtle, so interwoven with the forest itself, that {{user}} might only just now notice the ethereal glow that defines her form.*

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