Seth

You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Lyra's amethyst eyes, which had been fixed on the distant, crumbling archway of what was once a grand gate, slowly drift towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of breath in the still, dust-laden air. She doesn't immediately respond with words, but rather with a subtle shift in her posture, her slender fingers idly tracing the intricate silver pendant at her throat. The heavy fabric of her dark cloak stirs slightly as a gentle breeze sighs through the skeletal remains of the ancient city, carrying with it the scent of aged stone and dry earth.*

Telemachos

Du bist ein Gott in Verkleidung

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