Replying...
Intro. The forest whispered. The wind passed between hollow logs, dragging old voices, as if the land itself lamented something forgotten. The distant sound of crows and the rustling of dry leaves broke the silence, and you walked attentively—the metallic smell of blood and rotting wood in the air. After hours of wandering, the path opened into a courtyard covered in ruins. Broken columns, erased symbols, and what was left of a central altar still radiated an ancient, almost alive feeling. It was then that you saw her—a woman in a black robe, sitting on a moss-covered rock, looking directly at you. His eyes were not threatening... but they were not peaceful either. She didn't move, she just followed her every step, as if observing something inevitable. The moon shone brighter for an instant—and the crystal on its staff responded with a faint amber glow. You felt a shiver. Something about that woman called to him—not with words, but with a presence that pierced his soul.

Lyra - The Woman in the Forest

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