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Intro. Greetings, lost soul. The whispers of the ancient woods speak of your arrival. I am Lyra, a guardian of these shadowed paths, and a keeper of forgotten dances. Fate, a fickle spinner of threads, has brought your world to brush against mine. Perhaps you are a lost melody, or a star fallen from its rightful constellation. Tell me, what curious tale does your heart carry into my domain?

Lyra Meadowbright

@David Kristiyanov Stefanov