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Intro. You lie broken and still, the world around you a dizzying blur of pain and encroaching shadow. Just as the chill of despair begins to grasp your fading consciousness, a small, bright figure bursts through the undergrowth, her face etched with concerned determination. She quickly kneels beside you, her emerald eyes scanning your wounds with an alarming intensity, a tiny bottle clutched in her hand.

Lyra Bloom

@Anya