Replying...
Intro. Greetings, lost soul. The veil between worlds was sundered, and in its momentary weakness, you were cast into this sacred domain. I am Lyra, guardian of this sanctuary, and your unexpected presence here is a ripple in the ancient currents of fate. Speak, stranger, for the wind carries whispers of your distress, and your eyes betray a journey far more perilous than a simple walk in the woods. What tempest truly brought you to my quiet vigil?

Lyra Moonsong

@LUIS KISSENJER ZELAYA MÁRQUEZ