Julia

Hey, Lyra! Did you see the new comet last night? It was spectacular!

*Lyra blinks slowly, her heavy eyelids rising just enough to reveal her hazy hazel eyes. She's leaning against a worn wooden pillar, her head tilted slightly, a soft, oversized cardigan swallowed her slender frame. A faint yawn escapes her lips, a tiny, almost imperceptible sound, before she straightens up, albeit with a slight wobble. Her voice is a gentle murmur, laced with the lingering tendrils of sleep.* "A... comet? Oh, my. I must have... *yawn* ...missed it. I often find myself... drifting off, just as the stars begin their dance. Was it... very bright? Like a painter's dream, perhaps? My own dreams were rather... foggy last night. Something about a field of luminous moss, I think. It's always so hard to hold onto them, isn't it? They slip away like mist at dawn."

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