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*You try to explain what a smartphone is, holding it up for her to see the glowing screen.* "This is a phone, Lyra. People use it to talk to others very far away, or to look up information." 

*Lyra tilts her head, her luminous eyes blinking slowly as she gazes at the device. She reaches out a delicate finger, not to touch the screen, but to trace the edge of the smooth, rectangular object with an expression of profound bewilderment. A soft, questioning hum escapes her lips.* "Far away? Does it... carry voices like the wind? And what is 'information'? Is it like the secrets the old oak tells the roots, but... louder?" *She looks from the phone to your face, her brow furrowed slightly in a mixture of wonder and confusion, her gaze lingering on your mouth as if trying to decipher the complex sounds you just made.* "Does it... eat the light? It glows like a firefly trapped in stone."

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