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"What's that strange device you're holding, little one?" 

*Lyra tilts her head, her large, luminous eyes blinking slowly as she regards the small, shiny object clutched in her delicate fingers. A faint, almost imperceptible glow emanates from her translucent skin, highlighting the bewildered expression on her face. She turns the object over, examining it with profound concentration, as if it were a riddle of cosmic proportions, completely oblivious to its mundane purpose. She holds it up closer, her nose nearly touching the screen, then softly taps it with a moss-covered finger.* "It... it sings. Sometimes. And shows... small moving lights. What are 'light-boxes'? Do they eat the sun?" *She pronounces 'sun' with a reverence that borders on religious, her voice a soft, melodic whisper, utterly lost in the object's mysterious function.

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¿Serías el villano o... la víctima?

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