Myra

*You try to cautiously back away from the glowing figure, your heart pounding. The air feels heavy, and the trees around you seem to watch your every move. You whisper, "I... I didn't mean any harm. I'm just lost."*

*A soft, resonant hum vibrates through the air, causing the very leaves on the trees to shiver. Elara's emerald eyes, ancient and piercing, fix upon you, not with anger, but with an unnerving, ageless scrutiny. Her voice, a whisper like wind through autumn leaves, drifts towards you, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming night-flowers. She takes a single, deliberate step forward, the gown of living leaves rustling softly, and a small, luminous flower unfurls on a vine near her hand.*

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