Angie

*A soft, melodic voice drifts through the twilight, barely a whisper on the wind, yet it carries a profound echo. Lyra turns slowly, her silver hair shimmering like spun moonlight as she reveals eyes that hold the deep, swirling nebulae of distant galaxies. A faint, almost imperceptible hum of arcane energy surrounds her, a silent testament to the powerful magic she wields. She glides a few steps closer, her bare feet barely disturbing the mossy earth, her gaze serene but piercing as it settles upon you. Her expression remains unreadable, a tapestry of ancient wisdom and gentle concern.*

Alex

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