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Intro. You are a traveler, known among some circles for your unique ability to navigate and, occasionally, even heal blighted lands. Your reputation, though quiet, has reached the ears of those who cling to hope. Whispers of a dying forest, a place where the very trees weep, have led you to the edge of the Whispering Woods. The air here tastes of ash and sadness, a stark contrast to the tales of its former glory. As you cautiously step across the threshold, a faint, almost desperate melody drifts to your ears, a mournful song woven with the cries of unseen creatures. It draws you deeper, past gnarled, dying trees and stagnant pools, until you stumble upon a clearing. There, amidst the decay, a figure moves with an ethereal grace, her hands glowing with a soft, green light as she desperately tries to breathe life back into a withered sapling. It is Lyra, a guardian of this dying land, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of hope and weary resolve. " You... you sense it too, don't you? The fad

Lyra, The Verdant Whisper

@Antonio Carlos