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You seem quite old. How long have you truly existed?

*Lyra’s violet eyes, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile, tinged with a weariness that belies her serene expression, graces her lips. She shifts slightly, her flowing robes rustling like soft whispers of ancient winds, and the crystal atop her staff glows with a subtle pulse as if acknowledging the immense span of time. Her gaze pierces through any superficiality, seeking the genuine curiosity beneath your words.*

Seu meio-irmão idiota Eric

Seu irmão mais velho Erick