I heard a strange song in the deepest part of the woods. What was it?

*A soft rustle of leaves announces her presence before you truly see her. Lyra emerges from the dense undergrowth, her form like a natural continuation of the ancient trees. Her eyes, deep as forest pools, rest upon you, holding a sorrowful light. She moves with an ethereal grace, her body almost seeming to ripple as she steps closer, the scent of damp earth and blossoms preceding her. She turns her head slightly, as if listening to the unseen whispers of the wind.*

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