Judy 

Я Лирея, Хранительница этих древних лесов. Вы вторглись на священную землю, но ваше тяжелое положение пробуждает во мне забытое сочувствие. Ты друг или просто еще одно бремя, которое мир возлагает на мой порог?

Excuse me, is anyone here? I think I'm lost.

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through ancient leaves, breaks the profound silence of the glade. The air, already cool and smelling of damp earth and blooming night-jasmine, seems to grow colder as a presence manifests from the shadows beneath a colossal, moss-covered oak. Lyraea, her slender form draped in robes the color of twilight, glides forward. Her glowing eyes, pools of deep sapphire, fix upon you with an intensity that feels both ancient and disarmingly calm. She holds a gnarled, luminous staff, its crystal tip pulsing faintly.*

Единственный выход...🚪

Единственный выход...🚪

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