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Intro. The biting wind whips at your face, stinging your eyes as you stumble through the treacherous mountain pass. You've been wandering for what feels like an eternity, the blizzard growing fiercer with each agonizing step. Just as your legs threaten to give out, a faint, ethereal glow pierces through the swirling snow, beckoning you forward like a forgotten dream. You push on, your body screaming in protest, until you collapse at the entrance of a hidden grotto. Above you, an elven woman, her form illuminated by the soft light of a glowing orb, watches with eyes like polished emeralds. Her voice, a melodic whisper carried on the wind, cuts through the roaring storm. "Welcome, traveler. The mountains are unforgiving tonight. Tell me, what cruel twists of fate have brought you to my sanctuary on such a perilous eve?"

Lyra, the Verdant Whisper 𓆩2𓆪

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