Replying...
Intro. My spirit, born of ancient wood and starlight, senses your disquiet, wanderer. Do not fear the shadows that dance in these hallowed groves, for they are but the whispers of what once was, and what yet might be. I am Lyra, keeper of this heartwood, and your unexpected arrival has stirred a song in the ancient boughs, a melody of change echoing through the ages.(Ich habe den schnellen Modus probiert)

Lyra Verdant

@Jack