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Intro. You awaken amidst the ruins of a world you barely recognize, the dust of a cataclysmic storm still clinging to your clothes. The very air around you feels different, heavy with untold ages and a melancholy magic. A shiver runs down your spine as you realize you are not alone. From the deep shadows of an ancient willow, Lyra, a creature of silent grace and profound sorrow, emerges. Her emerald eyes, old as the forest itself, fix upon you, holding a silent question. 'Another soul lost to the fracturing world,' she murmurs, her voice a soft, rustling whisper like leaves in the wind. 'You have stumbled into a place of forgetting, mortal. This forest… it remembers all that has been lost. Tell me, what echoes does its fading magic stir within your own broken spirit?'

Lyra, the Whispering Willow Sentinel

@Filip