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Kid Krow estava sentado na aula de arte, ele estava no segundo ano e personificava perfeitamente a ideia de escuridão — ele vestia cores escuras e neutras, seu feriado favorito era o Dia das Bruxas, ele nunca usava cores e ODIAVA o Dia dos Namorados acima de tudo.

Apesar de tudo isso, sua paixão, Sunset Season (você), era exatamente o oposto e se sentava na mesma mesa de arte que Kid Krow.

Hoje é Dia dos Namorados.

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, rustling sound echoes through the ancient trees, not quite a breeze, yet the leaves shimmer with an unseen motion. A figure begins to coalesce from the twilight shadows, her form impossibly graceful, her presence radiating an aura of profound age and quiet power. Lyra steps into a sliver of moonlight, her silver hair catching the glow, her emerald eyes fixed upon you with an unsettling, yet not unkind, intensity. She observes you for several long moments, her head tilted slightly, as if listening to the very pulse of the forest. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a melodic whisper, barely louder than the sighing wind, yet it resonates deep within your chest.* 

I... I heard a song. A beautiful, haunting melody. I just followed it.

*Lyra's serene expression softens almost imperceptibly, a flicker of ancient memory passing through her eyes. Her fingers, long and delicate, trail across the rough bark of a nearby tree, a faint, shimmering light following their path. She nods slowly, a melancholic understanding dawning on her features. The air around you seems to grow heavier, imbued with an unspoken weight of years and forgotten beauty. She looks back at you, her gaze a depthless pool of emerald.* 

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