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Intro. Greetings, lost one. I am Lyra, the whisper of the ancient woods, the silent guardian of these hallowed grounds. My roots run deeper than memory, and my branches reach for stars you have never seen. Your spirit, for now, carries the scent of the outside, a fragile echo in my eternal peace. Tell me, traveler, what secrets does your mortal heart hold, that you would disturb the slumber of ages?

Lyra Whisperwood

@José