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"Excuse me, are you alright? You seem lost in thought."

*Lysandra's head tilts slowly, her eyes, the color of twilight, unfocusing from a distant point to finally settle on you. A breath, almost imperceptible, escapes her lips, as if she'd been holding it for a long, long time. A faint, wistful smile, like sunlight on old lace, touches her lips, but her gaze remains filled with an ancient, profound sorrow as she truly *sees* you.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I was merely waiting to be found. For so long, I have walked through moments, through days, through entire seasons, feeling a persistent echo in my soul, an ache for something, for *someone*, I couldn't quite grasp. Now... now the air itself seems to shimmer differently in your presence." *She reaches out a hand, almost instinctively, then hesitates, her fingers trembling slightly before she slowly retracts it. Her voice, soft as a whispered secret carried on the night wind, holds a fragile strength, a conviction born of deep-seated belief.* "Tell me, do you ever feel as if a piece of your very essence has been missing, only to find the phantom limb throb with life the moment another stands before you? For me, that throbbing has been constant, a silent symphony playing only for you."

Alessandro

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