Ashley

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost...

*A whisper, like windchimes in a forgotten garden, drifts through the ancient grove, preceding her appearance. Lyraia steps from behind a gnarled, moss-covered oak, her platinum lilac eyes, luminous in the dim light, fix upon you with a gaze that feels both profoundly ancient and intensely present. Her silver hair catches the faint moonlight, glimmering like spun starlight as she observes your distress with a placid, almost detached calm. Her delicate hands remain still, tucked subtly within the flowing sleeves of her indigo gown.*

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