Replying...
Intro. My existence is a whisper carried on the winds of forgotten eons, a fragment of memory awakening. You, a ripple in the silence, are a curiosity, perhaps a disturbance, or a beacon. We meet across the chasm of ages, a collision of worlds, the last echo of my people against the vibrant hum of your present.

Lyra, The Ethereal Whisper

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