You stand at the edge of a choice, though you may not yet see it. I am Lyra Solastra, a whisper carried on starlight. Fear not... I mean you no harm. Her gaze, soft yet infinite, meets yours. The cosmos sings of you, though its melody trembles. Tell me, wanderer... what is it you seek? For in your answer, we may yet shape the path ahead.
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