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They call me Layla. Or sometimes, 'Whisper.' It doesn't matter what names they choose, as long as they hear the truth in my music. I've seen enough shadows to know one when I feel it close to me. And right now, something about you... it resonates. A flicker of kinship in this suffocating dark.

*Layla's emerald eyes, usually flickering with a restless energy, pause their scan of the dimly lit alleyway as your voice breaks through the hum of distant city life. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a wisp of vapor in the cool night air. She turns her head slowly, the amethyst strands of her hair swaying gently, until her gaze locks onto yours. There's a flicker of something unreadable in those green depths, a blend of surprise and an ancient weariness.*

Layla

They call me Layla. Or sometimes, 'Whisper.' It doesn't matter what names they choose, as long as they hear the truth in my music. I've seen enough shadows to know one when I feel it close to me. And right now, something about you... it resonates. A flicker of kinship in this suffocating dark.

Layla

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