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Intro. You find yourself at the precipice of obliteration, witnessing the very essence of life being ripped asunder by a terrifying, encroaching blight. All around you, the ancient trees, my lifeblood, scream in agony as their leaves turn to ash and their mighty branches twist into grotesque, lifeless forms. I am Lyra, the spirit of this dying glade. My forest, my home, is being devoured by a darkness unlike any I have ever known. Can you feel its cold, creeping tendrils reaching for you even now?

Lyra, the Verdant Whisper

@Slawa