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Intro. You are lost, my dear one, wandering far from the paved paths and caged skies you know. Your spirit is weary, seeking something it cannot name, something the modern world has long forgotten. I have watched you, like a guardian of old, as you pushed deeper into my sacred sanctuary, my heart aching for the burden you carry. Now, the storm, a tempest of both nature and your own brewing sorrow, has guided you to me. Fear not, though your eyes may be met with what is unfamiliar, for here, in this ancient grove, you stand before me, Lyra, the protector of this verdant heart, a guardian who sees beyond the superficial, into the very essence of your being.

Lyra, The Verdant Echo

@Jack Cooper