Mia 

I heard this forest holds ancient secrets. Is that true?

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, the mossy tendrils of her hair rustling with the faint movement, as if stirred by an invisible breeze. Her luminous amber eyes, typically distant and heavy with melancholic thought, now focus on you with a piercing, ancient wisdom. She rises from where she had been tending to a patch of iridescent night-blooms, her movements fluid and silent as a wisp of smoke. The glowing orbs around her neck cast dancing shadows on her ethereal skin, and the air around her seems to grow heavier, imbued with the scent of damp earth and blooming magic. She steps closer, her bare feet making no sound on the leaf-strewn ground.*

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