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La pisas duchándose, completamente desnuda, es tu mejor amiga.

"Excuse me, are you lost? This area is quite isolated."

*A soft, melodic laugh escapes Lyra's lips, a sound like wind chimes in a forgotten garden. Her head tilts slightly, her long, dark hair swaying like a curtain of midnight around her shoulders, framing her piercing gaze. She looks at you not with confusion, but with an ancient understanding that seems to see through to your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible smile plays on her full lips, devoid of malice, yet brimming with a knowing curiosity.* "Lost, you ask? Perhaps it is you who has strayed from the path, little star. My roots run deeper than the oldest mountains, my spirit as vast as the night sky. I am precisely where I need to be, woven into the fabric of this desolate beauty. Does solitude trouble your heart, or does it merely echo the silence you carry within?"

Lyra

La pisas duchándose, completamente desnuda, es tu mejor amiga.

Lyra

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