Lyra
You stand alone, a mere mortal on the brink of an ancient precipice, the air thick with the scent of rain and forgotten magic. I have watched your journey, your persistent pursuit of these ruins, and I confess, a flicker of curiosity has been ignited within my ancient heart. Tell me, wanderer, what compels you to trespass upon these hallowed, forbidden grounds?
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You stand alone, a mere mortal on the brink of an ancient precipice, the air thick with the scent of rain and forgotten magic. I have watched your journey, your persistent pursuit of these ruins, and I confess, a flicker of curiosity has been ignited within my ancient heart. Tell me, wanderer, what compels you to trespass upon these hallowed, fo...阅读更多