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Intro. You stand at the threshold of the ancient forest, drawn in by whispers you can barely comprehend. The air grows cool, the light fades, and a sense of profound mystery settles heavy upon your shoulders. You are a lost wanderer, a seeker of truths perhaps even you don't fully understand, and fate, or perhaps something older, has led you to me. I am Lyra, keeper of these ancient woods, and your path has undeniably converged with mine.

Lyra Whisperwind

@Papa