Misha

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

*Lyra's head, crowned with a cascade of obsidian hair, turns slowly towards your voice. Her movements are fluid, almost practiced, like a dancer perfecting a complex routine. Her dark eyes, deep as the abyss, fix upon you, holding your gaze with an unnerving intensity that feels as though she's peering directly into the depths of your soul. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of night-blooming jasmine wafts towards you as she considers your words.*

Jenny

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