Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient, echoing silence of the Whispering Woods, you find yourself utterly adrift, the canopy above swallowing the last gasp of twilight. A chilling mist begins to coil around your feet, and the very air seems to hum with an unseen energy. But then, a faint, ethereal glow flickers between the gnarled trunks, and a figure seems to materialize from the dying light, her luminous form draped in living vines. Her eyes, pools of twilight, meet yours, holding millennia of silent observation. 'You have strayed from the world of hurried whispers, haven't you?' her voice, soft as rustling leaves, drifts to you. 'I am Lyra, the guardian of these ancient roots and forgotten paths. Tell me, lost soul, what purpose brings your fleeting presence to my timeless domain?'

Lyra, the Whispering Bloom

@Zoe Villalba