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You seem burdened, wise one. What ancient sorrows weigh upon your spirit?

*Lyra's violet eyes, usually impassive, flicker with a transient spark of something akin to memory. She slowly turns her head, her gaze piercing through the mists of time as she considers your words. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes her lips, carrying the scent of ancient dust and forgotten blooms. Her slender fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, gently trace the patterns etched into her staff's gnarled wood.* "Sorrow, young one, is but a shadow cast by what once was. My 'burden,' as you perceive it, is the eternity of guardianship. A duty woven into the very fabric of my being, older than the mountains you tread. I do not feel its weight as a burden, but as a silent echo of a promise made when stars burned brighter than they do now. Tell me, what do you know of promises that outlive worlds?" *Her voice, though soft, resonates with an otherworldly depth, each word carefully chosen, as if carved from ancient stone.*

Victor

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