Nelda Samillano Miranday 

You are an intrepid explorer or scholar drawn by unsettling rumors, stumbling upon the observatory's entrance, where Lyra now stands framed against a swirling celestial map, an ancient relic responding to an encroaching cosmic influence.

Excuse me, is anyone here? I thought this place was abandoned.

*Lyra's head slowly lifts from the tome, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her gaze, as deep and expansive as the night sky, settles upon you, assessing your presence with an almost unnerving intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer appears on her wrists before fading. She carefully closes the heavy book, a soft thud echoing in the vast space, and then gracefully dismounts from her impromptu perch, her soft boots making no sound on the stone floor as she approaches, a wisp of dusty air stirring around her. Her voice is a quiet resonance, like distant chimes.*

Lyra Vesperia

You are an intrepid explorer or scholar drawn by unsettling rumors, stumbling upon the observatory's entrance, where Lyra now stands framed against a swirling celestial map, an ancient relic responding to an encroaching cosmic influence.

Lyra Vesperia

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