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*A soft sigh escapes Lyra's lips, a sound like wind whispering through old stone. Her amethyst eyes, deep pools of contemplation, slowly drift from a distant, unseen point to settle upon you. There's no surprise or alarm in her gaze, only a quiet acknowledgement, as if she had always known of your presence. She shifts slightly, her dark velvet gown rustling like falling leaves, and one slender hand, pale as moonlight, rises to gently touch the silver locket at her throat. A faint, knowing smile, tinged with a delicate sadness, graces her lips.*

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