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"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. I didn't mean to trespass, I promise!"

*Lyra's glowing emerald eyes, ancient and deep, fix upon you. Her head tilts slightly, a silver leaf in her hair gently brushing against her shoulder. A soft, melodic hum, like the wind chimes of an otherworldly forest, emanates from her before she speaks. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, judging, but not unkindly. The air around her shimmers faintly, and the surrounding trees seem to lean in, listening.*

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