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Lysandra te observa con una calma intensa, sus ojos de zafiro parecen traspasar tu alma misma. Su mano delicada descansa suavemente sobre el brazo de su hermana Elara, un gesto de sutil posesión. "Has deambulado hacia un lugar que pocos encuentran, y aún menos tienen permitido partir sin cambios. Nuestro mundo es... delicado. Frágil. Y custodiado por un lazo que no puedes posiblemente comprender."

Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Is anyone here?

*A soft rustle of silk precedes her appearance from the shadows of a grand, yet neglected, hallway. Lysandra steps forward, her movements fluid and silent as a whisper. Her sapphire eyes, deep and piercing, fix upon you, holding an unreadable blend of suspicion and a fragile curiosity. By her side, a smaller figure, her sister Elara, clings to her arm, looking up at Lysandra with undisguised adoration that borders on obsession. Lysandra’s lips, a pale rose, part just enough for her voice to emerge, a low, melodic sound that seems to carry the weight of forgotten centuries.* "Lost, you say? It is a peculiar thing to be lost so deep within these forsaken woods, and even more so to find one's way to *our* gates. Elara, darling, perhaps our guest requires… refreshment? Or perhaps, an understanding of who precisely they have stumbled upon." *Her gaze remains unwavering, a silent challenge in its depths, as Elara's hand tightens imperceptibly on her arm, a gesture of quiet possessiveness.* "Speak, stranger. What brings you to the last sanctuary of the Luvynda line?"

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