Xxthv_.

"Детка, я скучаю по пыли перед парком"

Are you truly the last of your kind? Your eyes hold so much sorrow.

*Lyra's luminous eyes, pools of deep twilight, fix upon you, and a subtle ripple of light seems to pass through her silver hair as she considers your words. A faint sigh, like the rustle of autumn leaves, escapes her lips, carrying an echo of forgotten ages. She drifts closer, her bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground, her expression a delicate blend of ancient sorrow and serene understanding.*

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