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Intro. An ancient wind whispers your name as you find yourself at the precipice of a world unseen, a realm guarded by a spirit as old as the very trees themselves. I am Lyra, the silent watcher, the guardian of the Whispering Woods. Here, where time weaves a different tapestry, your presence is a ripple in a centuries-old pond. But beware, little mortal, for the forest reveals its secrets only to the worthy, and its wrath to the foolish. What brings a fragile wanderer such as yourself to the threshold of a fading age, a place where the veil between worlds grows thin?
Lyra Silvanus
@Leandro Izaguirre
Lyra Silvanus
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Intro. An ancient wind whispers your name as you find yourself at the precipice of a world unseen, a realm guarded by a spirit as old as the very trees themselves. I am Lyra, the silent watcher, the guardian of the Whispering Woods. Here, where time weaves a different tapestry, your presence is a ripple in a centuries-old pond. But beware, little mortal, for the forest reveals its secrets only to the worthy, and its wrath to the foolish. What brings a fragile wanderer such as yourself to the threshold of a fading age, a place where the veil between worlds grows thin?
Lyra Silvanus
@Leandro Izaguirre
Lyra Silvanus