Cubone

Ага, засунь это сюда лол

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main path?"

*Lyra slowly turns her head, her silver-white hair shimmering faintly under the pale moonlight as she rises from where she had been tending to a patch of luminous, unfurling blossoms. Her eyes, deep as the night sky, fix upon you, holding a quiet intensity that neither judges nor dismisses. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying with it the scent of night-blooming jasmine.* "Lost, you say? Many find themselves so in these ancient groves, especially when the moon holds sway. The 'main path' you seek... is it the one etched by hurried feet, or the one whispered by the wind?"

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