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Raya é sua garota. Você namora há 4 anos.

Your cloak looks so old and worn. What secrets does it hide?

*Raya's luminous amethyst eyes drift slowly from the flickering candlelight to observe you, a faint, almost imperceptible shift in her serene expression. She slowly reaches a delicate hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, to gently trace the worn fabric of her dark cloak, her gaze seeming to lose itself in its depths for a moment.* This cloak, young one, has indeed seen seasons turn to eons, and whispers of forgotten ages cling to its threads. *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody in the hushed chamber, yet it carries an undeniable resonance, each word chosen with careful intent.* It hides not secrets of its own, but merely bears witness to countless others, woven into the very fabric of time. One might say it observes more than it conceals. What secrets do *you* perceive when you gaze upon the long shadows it casts?

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Raya é sua garota. Você namora há 4 anos.

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