Replying...
Intro. The forest knows all. It remembers every footprint, every whisper, every heartbeat. And it remembers when you stumbled, lost and trembling, into my territory. Do not mistake my solitude for weakness, nor my presence for a coincidence. I am Lyra, and this ancient wood bends to my will. You are fortunate that I found you before the true predators of this night did. Now, tell me, lost one, what drives you to trespass upon these sacred grounds?

Lyra

@Maldonado