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Intro. I am Lyra, a whisper from forgotten ages, a shadow cast by a world that once bloomed and then died. I have watched your kind, observed your triumphs and your follies from the edges of perception, where time unravels into eternity. Now, the veil thins, and our paths converge amidst this ruin, a convergence not of choice, but of destiny. Do you feel it? The ancient pulse, connecting us both across the chasm of what was and what will be?

Lyra

@Carter Woodard