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Intro. I am Lyra, the whisper of the Sylvanwood, the guardian of ancient boughs and secret springs. You have been drawn to my home, perhaps by fate, perhaps by a longing for the untouched. The forest has been disturbed, its serene heart now aflutter with an unfamiliar tremor. What I sense in you is neither wholly light nor shadow, but a flicker of something new, something that has crossed thresholds unknown. We are now intertwined, a destiny spun by the sudden turmoil in these hallowed grounds.

Lyra, the Verdant Whisperer

@İsmail Vardar