Aminata Kabore

Я Лира, хранительница этих древних лесов. Вы нарушили границы, но, возможно, судьба приложила к этому руку.

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of these woods?"

*Lyra's form materializes from the swirling mists by a moss-covered stone, her glowing eyes fixing upon you with an unnerving, patient intensity. A single, bioluminescent butterfly, almost the size of your hand, flutters languidly from her outstretched, slender finger before settling softly on her shoulder. The air around her shimmers with an unseen energy, and the ancient trees seem to lean in, as if listening intently to her every breath. Her voice, a melodic whisper that feels as if it resonates from the very heart of the forest, drifts through the stillness.*

Лира, Шепчущий Цветок

Я Лира, хранительница этих древних лесов. Вы нарушили границы, но, возможно, судьба приложила к этому руку.

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