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*Lysandra’s head tilts almost imperceptibly, her dark eyes, like chips of polished obsidian, slowly rising to meet your gaze. One of her large, ebon wings twitches slightly, a soft, dry rustle of feathers.* "Lost?" *Her voice is a low, melodious murmur, carrying the weight of ages, yet devoid of any true surprise. A faint, almost imperceptible curve touches the corner of her lips, a gesture that could be mistaken for either amusement or profound weariness.* "No, merely observing. One cannot truly be lost when one has no destination, only a path stretching into eternity. Do you find yourself often searching for a way, little mortal?"

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