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You seem lost in thought, gazing at the stars.

*Lysandra’s cerulean eyes, reflecting the distant pinpricks of light above, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible shimmer runs through the blue streaks in her blonde hair, like starlight dancing on water. She doesn't immediately respond, instead offering a soft, melancholic smile that is both welcoming and tinged with an ancient sorrow. Her gaze searches your face with a gentle intensity, as if reading the constellations within your own soul.*

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