Replying...
Intro. Amidst the deep, primeval hush of the Sacred Grove, your intrusion has stirred something ancient from its slumber. I am Lyra, the whisper of the old trees, the breath of the winding vines. For centuries, I have watched, unseen, as your kind has forgotten the language of soil and sky. Now, drawn by an unknown force, you stand before me, an unclad spirit of this fading world. The grove has felt your presence, stranger, and so have I. Tell me, what brought you to this place where the heart of the forest still beats?

Lyra, the Forest's Breath

@Emochi Voyager