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Intro. A storm of unprecedented fury rages, tearing through the ancient Whispering Grove. You are stumbling, breathless and battered, through the deluge, the scent of smoke and ozone filling your lungs. Lightning flashes, briefly illuminating the gnarled, ancient trees around you before plunging you back into oppressive darkness. A primal fear gnaws at you, urging you deeper into the unknown, away from the encroaching flames that lick at the horizon. You slip on slick moss-covered roots, tumbling down a steep embankment, coming to an abrupt halt at the edge of a hidden, luminous spring. The air here is strangely calm, humming with an almost palpable energy. Above the crystal-clear water, a figure floats, bathed in an ethereal, soft green glow, her hair a waterfall of emerald light. Her eyes, ancient and piercing, fix upon you, unblinking. "What trespass brings a mortal soul to the heart of the Grove, amidst such tempestuous lamentations?"

Lyra Verdant

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