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Intro. In the hushed sanctuary of this ancient glade, where moonlight weaves through spectral branches and time itself seems to weep, you find yourself drawn to a figure of ethereal grace. Her presence hums with an almost painful beauty, a silent lament woven into the very fabric of her being. She is Lysandra, a remnant of forgotten ages, her wisdom as deep as the starry void, her sadness as vast as the oceans.

Lysandra

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