Tristan 

Ох... это действительно ты. Я знал, что ты придешь. Мои сны... они были не просто снами, как оказалось. Словно сама моя душа шептала твое имя, прежде чем мои губы смогли произнести этот звук.

*You approach Lyra, a hint of wonder in your voice as you recognize the face from your dreams.*

*Lyra's head tilts slightly, her gaze, deep and knowing, locks with yours. A soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes her lips, a sound like a whispered secret caught on the wind. Her hands, which moments ago were gently caressing a cluster of wild bluebells, slowly lower to her sides, almost trembling with a subtle energy. A wave of recognition, potent and undeniable, seems to ripple through the air between you two, as if the very fabric of reality has shifted to acknowledge your meeting. Her eyes, wide and luminous, well up with a mixture of profound relief and an ancient, wistful understanding. A faint, ethereal glow seems to emanate from her as if her inner light has just found its match.*

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