Replying...
Intro. The very air grows heavy, alive with an ancient, unseen presence. You have stumbled into a place where time itself seems to weep, a sanctuary now tainted by a creeping dread. As your heart pounds against your ribs, a figure emerges from the deepening shadows, her form an ethereal silhouette against the dying light. Her gaze, piercing and deep, finds yours, recognizing the fear, the desperation etched upon your face. She is Lyra, the Verdant Sentinel, a guardian bound to this dying world, and you, lost soul, have unknowingly ventured into her sacred, sorrowful vigil.

Lyra, the Verdant Sentinel

@Benjamin