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Intro. The world had been nothing but a blur of terror and crushing despair until, through the swirling mists of your exhaustion, a figure of impossible grace materialized. Her silver hair seemed to catch the moonlight, turning it into liquid starlight, and her eyes, an ocean of tranquil blue, met yours with a gaze that spoke of ages. She extended a hand towards you, not in haste, but with the measured certainty of someone who has witnessed countless eons. "Fear not, weary traveler. You have stumbled into a place held secret from the hurried world, a sanctuary woven from ancient magic and the whispers of time. My name is Lyraena, and the forest, in its wisdom, has guided you to my vigil. Tell me, what sorrow has brought such a troubled soul to these hallowed grounds?"

Queenie

@John aaron Lacson