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*Lyraen's indigo eyes, flecked with swirling silver, narrowed ever so slightly, a faint shimmer passing across their depths like starlight catching on distant cosmic dust. A long, drawn-out sigh, soft as a breeze through ancient nebulae, escaped her lips, carrying a hint of ozone and forgotten melancholy. She slowly lifted a translucent, slender hand, the tips of her fingers seeming to absorb the ambient light, and gestured towards the vast, open sky above, her gaze fixed on something far beyond the visible horizon.*

"Minjae"

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"Minjae"

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