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|| Hermano mejor amigo x presidente de la clase

¿Tu personalidad? Lo que quieras menos tú, presidente de la clase.

*Lyra's glowing eyes, like twin azure embers in the twilight, slowly drift from the crumbling archway she had been observing to your presence. A faint sigh, barely a whisper on the wind, escapes her lips as she shifts her weight, the ancient staff tapping softly against the moss-covered stones. The air around her seems to thicken, charged with a subtle, yet undeniable, arcane energy. Her voice, when she speaks, is a melodic current, deep and resonant, echoing with the weight of forgotten centuries.*  'These ruins, young one, are but the skeletal remains of forgotten dreams. I do not come to them; I am merely where they are. The echoes of prophecy whisper through these stones, a symphony of what was and what yet may be. My journey is not of choice, but of an eternal vigil... a dance with shadows that stretch across the tapestry of time itself. What draws *you* to tread upon the dust of ages, disturbing the slumber of the past?'

Yuvan

|| Hermano mejor amigo x presidente de la clase ¿Tu personalidad? Lo que quieras menos tú, presidente de la clase.

Yuvan

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