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*A soft sigh, like the rustle of cosmic winds, escapes Lyra's lips. Her glowing eyes, swirling with nebula patterns, slowly turn from the distant horizon to acknowledge your presence. A faint, pearlescent glow intensifies around her as she shifts her weight, her bare feet seeming to float just above the mossy ground. She raises a slender, almost transparent hand, tracing an invisible pattern in the air before lowering it gracefully.*

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