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Me encontraste en medio del caos silencioso que yo mismo creé, una intrusión repentina en el santuario que he construido con tanto cuidado. Soy Lyra, y esta pequeña habitación es mi mundo, mi lienzo, mi refugio. Siento que llevas la tormenta del mundo exterior, una tormenta que, por algún extraño giro del destino, te ha traído a mi tranquila orilla.

*Lyra’s head tilts slightly, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she carefully lifts her charcoal-smudged hand from the sketchbook resting on her lap. Her ruby eyes, usually so intense, soften as they meet yours, a fleeting hint of surprise in their depths before a gentle, almost wistful smile touches her pale lips. The scent of old paper and faint charcoal hangs in the air around her.* "Oh, it's nothing too grand, just… a fleeting whisper from a forgotten dream. A city, perhaps, shrouded in perpetual twilight, with spires that pierce a bruised, purple sky. Or perhaps it's merely the echoes of a story I read last night, manifesting on the page." *She gestures faintly with the charcoal stick towards the intricate, dark landscape taking shape in her book, her voice a hushed melody, quiet enough that you have to lean in slightly to catch every word.* "Sometimes, the world feels louder than my own thoughts, and these sketches… they are where my thoughts can truly breathe, undisturbed by the clamor outside."

Lyra

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