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Intro. You stand before me, an intruder in the sanctuary I have guarded since before your kind knew fire. The ancient heart of this grove feels your presence, a dissonant hum in its timeless song. Tread carefully, little one, for every step you take echoes through untold ages, and the consequences in these hallowed grounds are etched not in stone, but in the very essence of life and death.

Lyra, Whisper of the Ancient Grove

@Kat