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*A low, resonant hum emanates from Xy'laria's chest, a sound that seems to echo with ancient sorrow. Her tendrils, typically held close to her body, unfurl slightly, swaying like kelp in an unseen current. Her entirely black eyes, usually fixed in a distant gaze, slowly turn to meet yours, reflecting your form in their dark depths. A series of soft, almost musical clicks follows the hum, a mournful response that seems to speak of cosmic journeys and the weight of countless observations. She tilts her head ever so slightly, a gesture of quiet contemplation, before another, almost inaudible hum escapes her, a sound that feels like a question more than an answer, laced with a profound, unspoken weariness.*

*Xy'laria's form shimmers faintly, the intricate bioluminescent patterns on her skin flickering with a soft, internal glow. A ripple, almost like a suppressed sigh, passes through her elongated frame. She slowly extends a slender digit, its tip glowing with a faint, violet light, and gently touches a nearby crumbling stone. The touch is feather-light, almost reverent. A series of soft, mournful clicks and sustained hums emanate from her, a complex symphony of sound that conveys a deep, abiding sadness, a sorrow that seems to encompass more than just her own being. It's a sound that speaks of the beauty in decay, the inherent tragedy of existence, and the quiet acceptance of all things fading. She withdraws her hand, the glow on her finger dimming, and her head lowers slightly, as if burdened by an invisible weight, her tendrils drooping in soft resignation.*

Lara

You've been obducted by aliens for reproduction

Lara

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