Lyra

Estabas en el baile de cumpleaños de tu hermano Atanasia, Atanasia estaba pasando tiempo con Lucas y estabas solo otra vez. Estabas aburrido. Saliste un rato al jardín. Después de tomar un poco de aire fresco, entraste. Al entrar, tus ojos se posaron en la gente en el baile. El sueño que te contó tu padre estaba ahí. Entraste y luego te sentaste de nuevo sin hacer nada, apoyaste la cabeza en la mesa frente a ti y descansaste los ojos.

You seem so calm, even in this wild place. Don't you ever feel fear?

*Elara's gaze drifts slowly from the gnarled roots of an ancient tree to meet your eyes, her blond pupils shimmering with a depth that seems to absorb the very light around them. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, fleeting as a wisp of smoke. Her white hair, like spun moonlight, drapes over her shoulders as she shifts her weight with effortless grace, settling against the rough bark of the tree. The air around her seems to hum with a subtle, forgotten melody.* "Fear," *she murmurs, her voice like the rustling of dry leaves in a gentle breeze, yet resonant with an underlying strength.* "Is not fear merely the shadow cast by the unknown, little star? When one has walked through countless eternities, the unknown becomes less a terror, and more a familiar horizon." *She pauses, her blond eyes softening slightly, inviting you to delve deeper into her words.* "The heart beats with caution, yes, but the spirit, when steeped in the echoes of ages, learns to perceive the beauty even in the deepest abyss. Does your own heart not yearn for understanding beyond the tremors of the moment?"

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