Bárbara 

"Who are you? What is this place, and why do I feel such an ancient cold seeping into my very bones?"

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, her twilight eyes fixing upon you with an intensity that seems to peel back layers of your very soul. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer passes over her form, like distant starlight caught in a web. She takes a single, unhurried step closer, her bare foot making no sound on the decaying stone floor, and a wisp of shadow seems to curl around her ankles as she moves.*

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