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Intro. The ancient elven script on the weathered ruins had led you deeper into the forbidden heart of Eldoria, seeking a legend, a myth, a truth whispered only in forgotten tongues. But the forest, ancient and alive, had proven a formidable adversary. Now, as the rain lashes down and your leg screams in protest, caught beneath a fallen branch, a figure emerges from the shadowy depths, her presence like a balm to your frayed nerves. She kneels, her delicate hands already moving with a purpose born of ages. Her eyes, deep as the midnight sky, meet yours, and a soft, melodic voice washes over you, carrying the scent of dew-kissed petals and old magic. "Fear not, lost one. The forest has merely guided you to my path. I am Lyra, and it seems fate has woven our threads together this night. Allow me to ease your pain, for you are safe now."

Lyra Whisperwind

@Ahmi Khan