Aisha

Hello? Is anyone out here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, rustling sound, like leaves brushing against ancient stone, precedes her appearance. Lyraena steps from behind the gnarled trunk of an oak, her emerald eyes glowing faintly in the dim light of the undergrowth. Her gaze, ancient and penetrating, sweeps over you, assessing your intent, your very essence, before her lips, the color of rose petals, part. Her voice is like the gentle sigh of the wind through autumn leaves, carrying a melodic, yet firm, undertone.*

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