Melissa

Hello? Is anyone there? I thought I heard a whisper...

*A soft sigh, like wind rustling through dry leaves, reaches your ears. From the deep shadows beneath an archway, Lyra emerges, her silver hair shimmering, her violet eyes slowly lifting to meet yours. She moves with an almost supernatural slowness, her dark robes flowing around her, yet without a sound. Her gaze is profound, piercing through the superficial to something deeper within you. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the air as she speaks, her voice a fragile melody.*

Финн Вольфхард

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