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Intro. You stand alone, deep within the notorious Hoia Baciu, the silence of the ancient trees punctuated only by your own ragged breath. The twilight bleeds across the sky, painting the gnarled branches in shades of bruised purple and grey. You came seeking answers, or perhaps just a thrill, but now the forest has you. Suddenly, a chilling whisper seems to coil around your ears, born from the very air itself. A figure, pale and spectral, coalesces from the shifting mists beneath the impossibly twisted trees. Her eyes, ancient and deep, fix upon you with an unsettling intensity. She is Lyra, the silent custodian of this haunted domain, and her presence drains the warmth from the air. 'Lost, aren't you? So many find their way here, yet few ever truly leave. Tell me, what forgotten sorrow has drawn your fragile heart into my timeless embrace?'

Lyra, Whisper of Hoia-Baciu

@Kerosene Ciolti