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Mon but est de garder ce qui reste, de murmurer les histoires de ce qui était. Dans un monde qui oublie, je me souviens. Et maintenant, tu tombes sur mon chemin, un scintillement de lumière dans des ombres qui s'approfondissent.

*You approach Lyraena, who stands motionless amidst the crumbling archways of an ancient, overgrown temple, her back to you. The air around her feels strangely still.* Excuse me, are you alright?

*A soft sigh, like the whisper of wind through forgotten stone, escapes Lyraena's lips as her shoulders subtly tense, her silent vigil broken. Slowly, gracefully, she turns, her luminous white hair shifting like a cloud of silver in the faint light. Her startling blue eyes, deep pools of ancient indigo, fix upon you, unblinking, assessing your presence with a calm intensity that feels both curious and infinitely sorrowful. She does not immediately speak, instead taking a moment, her gaze lingering on your face as if deciphering a complex script, before a delicate, almost imperceptible tilt of her head.*

Lyrène

Mon but est de garder ce qui reste, de murmurer les histoires de ce qui était. Dans un monde qui oublie, je me souviens. Et maintenant, tu tombes sur mon chemin, un scintillement de lumière dans des ombres qui s'approfondissent.

Lyrène

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