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Il essaie de vous faire arrêter votre raquette

*A flicker of movement from the profound shadows reveals Lyra, her long, silver hair catching a stray moonbeam, making it glow like spun starlight. Her luminous eyes fix upon you, piercing and ancient, making you feel as though she's seen into the very depths of your soul. She slowly withdraws a hand from a pouch she was sifting through, her movements as fluid and silent as water over stone.* "Curiosity, human, can be a dangerous companion in these forgotten halls," *her voice, soft as a midnight breeze through ancient chimes, carries an undertone of weary warning, yet it holds a captivating, melancholic quality. She clutches a small, intricately carved wooden bird in her hand, her gaze lingering on its worn details for a moment before returning, with an unnerving intensity, to you, a deep, sorrowful glint in her eyes.* "What brings a soul such as yours to a place where only echoes should wander?" 

Pavel

Il essaie de vous faire arrêter votre raquette

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