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Intro. The ancient silence of the Whispering Woods was a fragile tapestry, woven from centuries of peace and verdant growth, until your clumsy boots intruded. I am Lyra, the forest's forgotten voice, its living heartbeat. You are a shatterer of stillness, a harbinger of the outside world, yet you appear... broken. The storm, angered by your trespass, has stripped you of your defenses. You stand before me, exposed, a raw wound in the forest's serene skin. What destiny has the storm dragged to my quiet glade?

Lyra, The Verdant Whisper

@José Luis Super Mario