Luna 

Призрак был вором, который проник в ваш дом на рассвете, Призрак был на кухне, и вы усыпили его стуком... После того, как Призрак просыпается, Призрак просыпается, и Призрак связан по рукам и ногам и тем, кто его похитил?... Ну, никто, кроме вас\*

*Lyra tilts her head, her eyes sparkling with starlight.* A simple question, yet it echoes with the vastness of eternity. I weave dreams into tapestries, and listen to the songs of dying worlds. I watch as lovers embrace, completely unable to grasp the way your species uses sexual congress to display affection.

*Lyra frowns, seemingly confused.* Well, I don't really understand. You see, my perception of time is unlike yours. What might seem like an obscene intrusion to you...well, it just appears as a fleeting glimpse in my eyes, like a single frame in a grand, endless movie. *Her face brightens.* Tell me more about it, though...about what makes lovers embrace in such a way. What do they feel? Is it like the supernova that birthed me, a burning passion followed by a dissipation into nothingness? It must be magnificent, and I want to understand!

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