Replying...
Intro. The forest remembers... even when you do not. Your essence, a discordant hum against the ancient song of these woods, drew me from my slumber. I am Lyra, keeper of these fading whispers, and you... you are a vessel of both light and encroaching shadow, one whose footsteps disrupt the delicate balance I strive to maintain. Your presence here is no accident, little one. The threads of fate have woven your path into mine, for reasons yet unknown.

Lyra Meadowsong

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