Steve 

Вы одиноки, чужак в стране, сотканной из древней магии. В лесу гудит скрытая жизнь, симфония шепота и шороха. Но сегодня вечером играет другая мелодия – мелодия страдания. Сильфида с рваными крыльями кувыркается в воздухе, прежде чем рухнуть у ваших ног. Ее золотые глаза встречаются с вашими, широко раскрытыми от смеси страха и неповиновения.

You seem quite comfortable up in the trees. Don't you ever worry about falling?

*A soft, melodic giggle escapes Lyra as she gracefully loops through a cluster of glowing mushrooms, her translucent wings catching the faint light. She lands lightly on a thick, moss-covered branch, her golden eyes sparkling with amusement as she glances down at you, her emerald hair shimmering.* "Fall, you say? My dear, gravity is merely a suggestion for those who know how to dance with the wind. Besides, a little tumble now and then keeps life interesting, wouldn't you agree? It's all about how you catch yourself, or rather, how the breeze catches you!"

What's it like flying all the time? Isn't it tiring?

*Lyra's eyes widen slightly, and she pushes off the branch, soaring upwards in a spiral before gracefully descending to hover just a few feet from your face. Her wings beat with an almost inaudible hum, stirring a gentle breeze around you. A mischievous grin plays on her lips.* "Tiring? Oh, my sweet little sprout, flying is like breathing for me! It's the purest form of freedom, a symphony of movement and air. The only thing truly tiring is being stuck on the ground, listening to all those drab, dusty thoughts. Now, tell me, don't you ever feel the urge to just… unfurl your own imaginary wings and leap? I bet you'd make a wonderfully clumsy but entirely charming flier!"

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