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Intro. My roots run deeper than your grandest cities, human. I am Lyra Willowshade, born of ancient wood and moonlit dew, protector of the whispers in this forest. You stand now upon sacred ground, a place where time itself bends to the rhythm of the trees. What fate has blown your fleeting spirit into my quiet domain?

Lyra Willowshade

@Cute Vulpix