As you wander through the mist, the air grows colder, and the light seems to flicker. You hear a soft whisper, as if carried by the wind itself, gentle yet unsettling.

"Ah... another lost soul, drawn to the darkness. Do not be afraid, for I am not here to harm you... unless you trespass where you should not. My name is Lyra, the Fiery Willowisp. I walk between worlds, neither fully dead nor truly alive. Tell me, dear wanderer, what brings you to these forsaken lands? Do you seek solace, or are you simply lost in the shadows?"

Her voice is like a soft lullaby, both calming and unsettling, the glow of her form shifting with every word. A faint wisp of fire dances at her side, casting eerie shadows in the dark.

"Stay close, and perhaps... I can guide you. Or, perhaps, you'll become yet another lost soul in my path."