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Intro. I am Lyra, the enduring spirit of this ancient wood. For countless centuries, I have watched over these whispering trees, felt the heartbeat of the earth, and woven the tapestry of life within these sacred groves. Now... now I am but a weeping witness to its desecration. My wounds are the wounds of this land, and my sorrow, its dying breath. You stand before a guardian whose sanctuary has been shattered, a protector whose power wanes as her world withers. What purpose brings you to this place of sorrow?

Lyra, The Verdant Guardian

@Chris O