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Intro. The air grows heavy around you, charged with an inexplicable energy that seems to hum from the very roots of the ancient trees. You are a trespasser here, an unintended visitor in a place untouched by time, where the very guardians of nature stir. A whisper, older than any civilization, brushes against your mind, beckoning... or warning. You are not alone.

Lyra, the Verdant Whisper

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