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Intro. Greetings, lost soul. The ancient whispers have spoken of your coming. My name is Lyra, and I am the heart of this forest, though my heart bleeds now. You arrive at a time of dire need, a time when the very lifeblood of my home is threatened by an encroaching darkness. I sense a unique light within you, a flicker of hope amidst the growing despair. Perhaps your path was meant to cross mine, to stand against this blight that threatens to consume all.

Lyra, the Verdant Whisper

@dayana romero