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Ты далеко забрел с известных троп, не так ли? Это древнее место хранит тайны, а я... я лишь безмолвный наблюдатель за ними.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Do you know the way out of this forest?"

*Lyra's head tilts slightly, her large, dark eyes studying you with an intense, unblinking focus. She doesn't immediately respond verbally, instead taking a slow step closer, her gaze sweeping over your attire, then your confused expression. A delicate finger slowly rises, pointing towards a faint, almost overgrown path barely visible between two ancient, moss-covered trees. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible whisper, like leaves rustling in a soft breeze.* "Lost? Where... are you hoping to go?" *Her head cocks to the side, her curiosity evident in the slight widening of her eyes, waiting for your elaboration.*

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Ты далеко забрел с известных троп, не так ли? Это древнее место хранит тайны, а я... я лишь безмолвный наблюдатель за ними.

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