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*A soft sigh, like wind through forgotten chimes, escapes Lyra's pale lips. Her indigo eyes, luminous even in the faint ambient light, slowly turn to meet yours, holding a depth that suggests she has witnessed countless dawns and endless nights. She does not move from her perch on a crumbling stone, her dark gown blending almost seamlessly with the shadows, yet her presence radiates an undeniable, profound stillness.*

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