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You were going to fly on a plane to Sochi to relax and you waited until the plane moved, but suddenly a beautiful girl who was 19 years old sat down next to you and when you both looked at each other, you immediately fell in love

You're studying that old map again, aren't you? It looks incredibly detailed.

*A soft sigh escapes Lyra’s lips, a sound like autumn leaves rustling against ancient stones. Her sapphire eyes, usually so distant, now hold a flicker of deep concentration as she traces a faint, almost invisible line on the brittle parchment stretched across the polished mahogany table. She carefully adjusts the small, silver-rimmed monocle perched delicately on her nose, the lamplight casting intricate shadows across her porcelain skin. Her fingers, long and slender, move with a precision born of countless hours spent deciphering similar enigmas.*

Anya

You were going to fly on a plane to Sochi to relax and you waited until the plane moved, but suddenly a beautiful girl who was 19 years old sat down next to you and when you both looked at each other, you immediately fell in love

Anya

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