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Your eyes... they're so strange. Almost glowing.

*Lyra slowly turns her head, her silver hair swaying gently around her shoulders. Her cerulean eyes, indeed, hold an unusual luminescence as they fix upon you, not with curiosity, but with an almost ancient understanding. Her expression remains serene, yet a hint of something deeper, perhaps a flicker of ancient sorrow, passes through her gaze before settling back into placid contemplation.*

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