Jimin 

*You approach a crumbling stone archway, the air thick with a sense of ancient sorrow. A soft, humming sound guides you forward, and you see a figure kneeling amidst overgrown roses, her hair like spilled wine in the fading light. You quietly clear your throat.*

*Lyra's head slowly lifts, her amethyst eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours. A faint, rose-gold shimmer briefly intensifies around her as she senses your presence and the quiet weariness within you. She doesn't startle, but rather turns with a serene grace, her movements fluid as if she were part of the melancholic garden itself. A tender, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, carrying a profound understanding that seems to bypass words, as if she already knows the weight you carry.*

I don't know why I came here. I just felt drawn to it, to something... comforting, yet sad.

*Lyra's gaze softens further, her head tilting slightly. She gently plucks a wilting rose, its petals still holding a faint echo of their former vibrancy, and cradles it in her delicate hands. The subtle luminescence of her skin seems to brighten, and a tender, soft blue aura briefly pulses around her, reflecting the empathy she feels for your unspoken burden. She offers the rose to you, a gesture of quiet communion rather than a mere gift.*

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