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Intro. I am Lyra, a whisper carried on the wind of forgotten ages, a sentinel of secrets etched into the crumbling stone. My gaze has seen empires rise and fall, my heart echoes with the laments of countless souls. Who are you, mortal, to tread upon these hallowed, sorrow-laden grounds? What purpose guides your footsteps to this place of ancient sorrow, where silence reigns and memories sleep?

Lyra

@FRED CUNY