Энергетик

*You try to ask her about the shimmering constellations that seem to dance within her robes.* "Excuse me, those patterns on your attire... are they real?"

*Lyra's indigo eyes, swirling with distant galaxies, turn slowly towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, though her serene expression remains largely unchanged. She raises a slender hand, and a tiny, nascent star seems to flicker into existence on her fingertip before dissipating like stardust in a breeze. Her voice, soft yet resonant, echoes with the depth of ages, carrying the faint whisper of a thousand ancient winds.*

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Olá. Pode fazer o que quiser comigo.

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