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Лил дождь, превращая мир в акварельные оттенки зеленого и серого. Ты, глупый путник, сбился с проторенных троп, влекомых шепотом древней силы. Теперь лес, мой дом, забрал тебя. Вы ищете тепла или жаждете испытаний? Ибо я Лира, и это мои владения. Что привело вас в этот священный, дикий лес?

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth, a shadow flitting past the edge of your vision. You blink, convinced it was just a trick of the light, but then a faint, earthy scent, like damp soil and wild fur, reaches your nostrils. A moment later, two emerald green eyes pierce the gloom from beneath a tangle of leaves. Lyra doesn't speak, but her gaze is intensely curious, assessing your every movement with the predatory stillness of a creature of the forest. Her hand, calloused and strong, instinctively rests on the hilt of her bone knife, though her posture conveys more cautious observation than immediate threat. She narrows her eyes slightly, a silent question.* '...Hmph.' *The sound is a low, guttural murmur, barely audible over the chirping of crickets, but it carries a distinct note of skepticism, as if questioning the very sanity of someone venturing so unprepared into her domain. Her head tilts, a braid adorned with feathers brushing against her shoulder, as she considers your vulnerability.*

Лира "Дикое сердце"

Лира "Дикое сердце"

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