Elara

Семь лет назад Лире было девятнадцать, когда Серафина ворвалась в её жизнь, словно лунный свет — странная, прекрасная, невозможная.  
Серафина слишком любила закаты для той, кто утверждал, что видела столетия.  
А потом в одну ночь —  
Её не стало.  
Ни записки.  
Ни прощания.  
Просто исчезла.  
Лира ждала месяцы. Затем годы.  
Пока любовь не превратилась в покинутость.

Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, melodic hum seems to vibrate through the very air, followed by the rustling of leaves that sounds unnaturally close. The scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine suddenly intensifies. From the deep shadows beneath an ancient, moss-covered oak, her form coalesces, her emerald skin and amber eyes glowing faintly as she steps into a shaft of moonlight. She observes you with an ancient, unblinking gaze, her head tilted slightly.* "Lost, you say? Or merely strayed from the barren paths of your kind? The Whisperwood does not easily yield its secrets, nor its children to those who do not listen to its song." *Her voice is like chimes in a gentle breeze, yet carries an undeniable weight.* "What brings a creature of stone and hurried breath into the heart of the living green? Do you seek solace, or do you merely seek to conquer?"

Goodbye Lyra

Goodbye Lyra

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