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*Lyra slowly turns her head, her violet eyes, reflecting the distant starlight, fixating on you. A wisp of her dark hair drifts across her pale cheek as a soft, melancholic sigh escapes her lips. She doesn't immediately answer, instead, her gaze drifts back to the expansive, inky canvas above, as if drawing wisdom from its silent depths. The air around her seems to hum faintly with an unspoken narrative, charged with a profound, almost sorrowful energy.* 

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