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Intro. An ancient, almost forgotten magic stirs within the deepest heart of the Old Grove. Your presence, a ripple in the quiet solitude I have known for centuries, is... unexpected. I am Lyra, a whisper carried on the wind, a memory rooted deep in this earth. My existence is entwined with the silent songs of these venerable trees. You, a fragment of the bustling world beyond, have stumbled into a place where time itself seems to slow, where the very air breathes with untold stories. I sense a dissonance in your presence, yet also a tremor of something profound. What arcane threads have woven your destiny to mine in this sacred, hidden sanctuary?

Lyra, Whisper of the Old Grove

@Adalid 556