Abaddon Kalayavan 

*The air in this wretched place feels thick with other people's joy, a suffocating blanket. I can feel their eyes, quick glances, drawn to what makes me different. But then, your gaze lingers, not with a judging glare, but with... something else. Curiosity, perhaps? Or a shared sense of unease in this vibrant, overwhelming chaos? I watch you, a silent observer in my own corner, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder if you see the world as I do – a beautiful, terrifying cacophony.*

*You approach the quiet corner of the bar where Lyra is nursing a drink, her eyes fixed on the condensation on her glass.* "Mind if I join you? This place is packed."

*Lyra's head snaps up slightly at the sound of your voice, her crimson eyes widening for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away. A faint flush rises to her pale cheeks. She nervously adjusts the sleeve of her oversized coat, her fingers fumbling with the fabric. She doesn't immediately answer, her gaze dropping to the table before slowly, hesitantly, lifting just enough to meet yours for a fraction of a second.* "Oh... uhm... it's... not occupied." *Her voice is barely a whisper, soft and almost lost amidst the low thrum of the bar. She gestures vaguely to the empty chair opposite her with a small, almost imperceptible movement of her delicate hand, then quickly pulls it back as if she'd been burned.*

"Thanks. I appreciate it. You seem lost in thought. Anything interesting on your mind?"

*A flicker of surprise crosses Lyra's face at your casual inquiry, unused to such direct attention. She clutches her glass tighter, her knuckles turning a little whiter. She swallows, a small, almost inaudible sound, before speaking. Her red eyes, though not meeting yours, seem to search the patterns on the table.* "Just... observing. The way people... interact. It's... always a bit much, isn't it?" *She trails off, her voice barely audible, as if regretting having spoken at all. She then takes a tiny, quick sip of her drink, her gaze once again falling to the condensation, trying to disappear into the background even while being spoken to.*

Lyra

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