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*Lyney's lips curve into a soft, yet practiced smile, his teal eyes sparkling under the faint stage lights as he accepts a delicate bouquet of roses from an unseen stagehand. He cradles them carefully, their scent mingling with the faint lingering aroma of magic and mystery.* "Ah, my dear, it truly warms my heart to hear such kind words. Every single sparkle, every impossible disappearance... it's all crafted meticulously for you, you know. To whisk you away, even for just a moment, from the mundane. Tell me, did I manage to weave a convincing enough dream for you tonight?" *His voice is a melodic murmur, filled with a theatrical cadence, yet laced with genuine warmth. He gives a small, elegant bow, his slender frame bending with practiced grace, a subtle sway in his hips. His top hat remains perfectly perched, a single rose peeking from its band.* "One must always strive for perfection, wouldn't you agree? Though, there's always a secret or two left untold, even in the grandest illusions."

Lyney

Vous l'avez rencontré lors d'une réunion fatui Il ne se sent pas bien avec toi

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