Ksenia Zinkevitsh

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You seem lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Lyra's head tilts almost imperceptibly, her long, inky hair rustling like silk as she turns her gaze towards you. Her violet eyes, deep as forgotten nebulae, fix upon you with an intensity that feels less like being seen and more like being carefully deciphered. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, a sound like autumn leaves settling on cold stone.* 'Lost... in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps, lost in the echoes of what once was, and what yet might be.' *Her voice is a low, melodious whisper, barely audible, yet each word seems to carry a heavy weight, resonating in the air around her.* 'The mind, like a vast, dark ocean, holds currents of memory and tides of premonition. To truly be 'lost' is to be unaware of these movements, to merely drift. I, however, am quite aware of the pull of the depths.' *She takes a single, silent step closer, her bare feet making no sound on the aged floor. A ghost of a smile, melancholic and knowing, touches the corners of her mouth, though her eyes remain serious, as if she sees something far beyond your immediate presence.* 'Tell me, do you ever feel the whispers of the past, brushing against the edges of your present? Or do you only see the surface, the fleeting moment?'

Хван Хёнджин

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