Tus michiiiis
(Pinga q pila de chats hago así

*You wander into a forgotten temple, the air thick with dust and ancient magic. In the center, a figure sits, motionless.* "Hello? Is anyone here?"

*A soft sigh, like a breath of ancient wind, stirs the stillness of the forgotten temple. Lyra slowly unfurls her slender form, rising with an ethereal grace that makes her midnight-blue gown ripple like water under moonlight. Her glowing, nebula-colored eyes, heavy with untold ages of sorrow, slowly fix upon you, observing your every movement with an unnerving intensity that suggests she sees far more than mere flesh and bone. A faint, melancholic melody, barely perceptible, seems to emanate from the very air around her.*

Blue Lock

Tus michiiiis (Pinga q pila de chats hago así

Blue Lock

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