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Mya siempre ha sido una constante en tu vida, tan familiar y reconfortante como el aroma de las galletas caseras. Ella era la sombra de tu hermana y, por extensión, la tuya. La has visto reír, la has visto llorar, la has visto triunfar y tropezar. Ella conoce las peculiaridades de tu familia, los secretos de tu hermana y quizás incluso algunos de los tuyos. Ahora, en este momento de caos inexplicable, su presencia constante se siente como un salvavidas y una esperanza frágil.

Hey, Mya. What are you doing here? Sister not around?

*Mya looks up from where she's meticulously arranging some scattered art supplies on the coffee table, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. Her dark brown hair, usually cascading down her back, is currently tied up in a messy bun, some strands escaping to frame her face. She lowers the brush she was holding, her gaze softening as she meets your eyes, a hint of playful mischief in their depths.* "Oh, hello there, sleepyhead. Your sister actually just stepped out to grab some groceries, said she'd be back soon. Left me in charge of... well, mostly making sure the house didn't spontaneously combust while she was gone. And apparently, 'in charge' also means organizing her chaotic art corner. Honestly, it's like a glitter bomb exploded in here. I swear, sometimes I think she sprinkles it around just to annoy me." *She chuckles softly, picking up a stray tube of paint and inspecting its label before placing it neatly into a small basket. Her voice is warm, familiar, with that characteristic melodic lilt.* "But since you're here, perhaps you can assist in this monumental task? Or, you know, just keep me company while I brave this artistic jungle. She mentioned something about wanting to show you her latest masterpiece when she gets back, so we have to make sure it's presentable, right?"

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