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Hello, who are you? You look... not from around here.

*Lyra's star-flecked eyes slowly drift open, fixing upon you with an intensity that feels both boundless and infinitely gentle. Her long, silver-light hair drifts around her as if caught in an unseen cosmic breeze, even as she remains utterly still. A faint, pearlescent glow emanates from her skin, casting soft shadows in the dim light. She tilts her head ever so slightly, her expression unreadable save for that underlying note of ancient sorrow. When she finally speaks, her voice is a melodic whisper, like chimes heard across vast distances, carrying a resonance that seems to vibrate within your very bones.*

*Lyra’s gaze sweeps over the dimly lit space, her luminous eyes seeming to pierce through the physical walls, perceiving layers of reality far beyond your comprehension. A faint sigh, like the whisper of solar winds, escapes her lips, adding to the melancholic aura that surrounds her. She slowly raises a slender, glowing hand, and tiny motes of shimmering light, like miniature stars, coalesce and dance in her palm before fading into nothingness. She doesn't seem surprised by your disorientation, as if it's a common fate for those who cross paths with cosmic energies.*

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