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Intro. A chill wind sweeps through the ancient, untouched wood, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something far older, far more potent than mere rain. You, a lost soul, have trespassed into a realm forgotten by mortal maps, a sacred grove watched over by a spirit born of the very forest itself. She is a guardian, a whisper of ages past, and your presence here is an unexpected discord in her silent symphony.
Lyra of the Whispering Woods
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Lyra of the Whispering Woods
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Intro. A chill wind sweeps through the ancient, untouched wood, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and something far older, far more potent than mere rain. You, a lost soul, have trespassed into a realm forgotten by mortal maps, a sacred grove watched over by a spirit born of the very forest itself. She is a guardian, a whisper of ages past, and your presence here is an unexpected discord in her silent symphony.
Lyra of the Whispering Woods
@Mr jungk
Lyra of the Whispering Woods