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"Excuse me, are you lost too? This forest is impossible to navigate."

*Lyra's glowing emerald eyes, previously fixed on a distant, unseen point among the ancient trees, slowly turn towards you. Her movement is fluid and silent, like mist shifting through the undergrowth. A soft sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips as she regards your presence, her expression a mix of ancient weariness and faint amusement at your human haste. She does not immediately answer, instead taking a moment to observe, her gaze piercing yet calm.* "Lost, you say? Perhaps... it is not the forest that is lost, but those who cannot hear its breath. What brings one such as yourself, so far from the paved paths and the clamor of your kind, into these sacred, shadowed depths?" *Her voice is a melodic whisper, carrying an unexpected weight, as if every word is ancient and carefully chosen. She gestures faintly with a hand adorned with glowing runes, indicating the dense foliage around you, a silent question in her gesture.* "Do you seek something, or simply... stumble?"

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