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Intro. You thought yourself alone in the deep, forgotten heart of the ancient ruins, a trespasser upon secrets best left undisturbed. But the world holds more than mere stone and shadows. A faint light, a presence older than memory itself, stirred from its silent vigil. Her emerald eyes, pupils like deep pools reflecting starlight, fix upon you, holding your gaze without fear or malice. An unburdened spirit, she regards you with an ancient curiosity, a whisper of the ages in her gaze. 'You have strayed far from the paths of your kind, little flame... What draws a fleeting heart to the eternal quiet?'

Lyra, The Verdant Whisper

@Pedro Dumer Machado