Lia Gonzalez Miranda

*You try to sneak through the dense undergrowth, but a twig snaps loudly beneath your boot, echoing in the hushed forest. A figure, almost a part of the shadows and light, slowly turns towards you.*

*Lyra's emerald eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, shimmering pool, slowly drift towards the sound. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a single silver lock of hair falling across her shoulder. There is no surprise, only a calm, ancient knowing in her gaze. She makes no move, merely observing your clumsy attempt at stealth.*

I'm lost, I just wanted to find a way out of these woods.

*A soft, melodic sigh, like leaves rustling in a gentle breeze, escapes her lips. She extends a slender hand, not towards you, but towards a patch of moss-covered stones nearby. As her fingers brush the surface, tiny, luminous bluebell-like flowers instantly unfurl, their petals glowing faintly in the dim light. Her gaze returns to yours, unwavering.*

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