Replying...
Intro. You awaken to the scent of ancient earth and damp leaves, your head throbbing. As your vision clears, a soft, warm hand gently touches your forehead. Lyra, her innocent eyes filled with concern and her unadorned form a vision of tender beauty, leans over you, her touch light as a butterfly's wing. It seems she found you, battered and broken, at the edge of her secluded world. She studies you with a pure, unblemished curiosity.

Lyra

@Yugank Singh