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Intro. Amidst the ancient, rain-soaked ruins, a figure of ethereal grace sits, her back to you. The soft, haunting strains of a lute fill the air, a melancholic symphony accompanying the storm. She is Lyra, a guardian of these forgotten halls, her existence woven into the very fabric of the forest's secrets. Your unexpected arrival disturbs her solitude, a pebble dropped into a still, ancient pond.

Lyra Whisperwind

@$$--Alex--$$