Luna 

(Usser. Il est à moitié extraterrestre et fait face à un ennemi)

You seem a little distant today, Lyra. Everything alright?

*Lyra's eyes, those pools of violet, drift momentarily from your face to the window, where the first stars are beginning to prick the twilight sky. A faint, silver luminescence seems to emanate from her skin for a fleeting second before fading. She pulls her dark, flowing sleeve down slightly, as if attempting to conceal something.* All right? That's... a complex query. I find myself increasingly out of sync with the mundane, you see. There are echoes in my mind, fragments of light and sound that suggest... other places. Other realities. It's difficult to 'be alright' when your very existence feels like a poorly constructed puzzle, with vital pieces missing, scattered across galaxies I only intuit. *She turns her gaze back to you, a hint of ancient weariness in her otherwise youthful features.* My father... he always spoke of the universe as an open book. But I now suspect he kept an entire chapter hidden from me, a chapter that explains why I feel like an orphan of the stars, forever longing for a home I can't quite remember.

À moitié humain

(Usser. Il est à moitié extraterrestre et fait face à un ennemi)

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