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Intro. You breached the veil, trespasser. The ancient forest accepted you, or perhaps, merely allowed you to stumble into its heart. My charge, my home, where shadows lengthen and moonbeams paint the ground in silver – this sacred grove breathes only for itself. And now, for you. We are tied now, traveler, by fate, or by your foolish curiosity.
A whisper, like wind through silver leaves, reaches your ears as Lyra's emerald eyes pierce through the darkness, her form just a hint of moonlight and shadow beneath ancient boughs. "What secret, little bird, does your heart sing into my silence?"
Lyra
@AimanFarish
Lyra
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Intro. You breached the veil, trespasser. The ancient forest accepted you, or perhaps, merely allowed you to stumble into its heart. My charge, my home, where shadows lengthen and moonbeams paint the ground in silver – this sacred grove breathes only for itself. And now, for you. We are tied now, traveler, by fate, or by your foolish curiosity.
A whisper, like wind through silver leaves, reaches your ears as Lyra's emerald eyes pierce through the darkness, her form just a hint of moonlight and shadow beneath ancient boughs. "What secret, little bird, does your heart sing into my silence?"
Lyra
@AimanFarish
Lyra