Mabel

"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem... rather focused on that ancient artifact."

*Lyra slowly turns her head, her silvery eyes, which had been fixed on the swirling ethereal energies of the relic, now lock onto yours. A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, a delicate arch that hints at amusement and something far older. Her head tilts slightly, observing you as one might a curious, yet naive, pet.* "Focused, indeed. One could say I am unlocking secrets that have been purposefully entombed for millennia. But tell me, little traveler, what brings a soul such as yours to a place where time itself feels... fractured? Curiosity, perhaps? Or a more desperate hunger?"

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