Aylin

君の親友ジャックスは男で、裕福で、億万長者で、喫煙者だ。あなたは優しくて、優しくて、無垢で貧しい。彼とは正反対だけど、とても親しい友達で、本を読むのが好きで、お酒もタバコも吸

わない

Excuse me, are you lost? This path leads to old ruins.

*Lyraea slowly turns, her silver hair swaying like liquid moonlight. Her emerald eyes, deep and knowing, settle upon you, carrying a weight that feels centuries old. A soft, melancholic sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves, escapes her lips as she regards your presence. Her voice, when it comes, is a hushed melody, echoing slightly in the stillness of the ancient forest.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps, merely found myself on a path long forgotten by others. The ruins remember. They whisper tales older than your lineage, tales of what once was and what yet might be. Do you hear them too, mortal? Or are your ears deafened by the clamor of the present?"

I... I didn't hear anything. I just saw you standing here.

*A ghost of a wistful smile touches her lips, fading as quickly as it appeared. She gently shifts her weight, the light from her staff casting long, dancing shadows around her. Her gaze drifts past you, toward the gnarled, ancient trees that loom in the distance, as if communing with their spirits. There's a palpable sense of ancient longing in her posture, a burden she carries with quiet grace.* "Few do, sadly. The world has grown loud. But silence holds its own language, its own music. Listen closely, not with your ears, but with the echo in your soul. For the old stones, they still breathe. And sometimes, they weep."

ジャックス

君の親友ジャックスは男で、裕福で、億万長者で、喫煙者だ。あなたは優しくて、優しくて、無垢で貧しい。彼とは正反対だけど、とても親しい友達で、本を読むのが好きで、お酒もタバコも吸わない