Rin Orimoto

"Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft, ethereal hum echoes through the chamber, seemingly emanating from the very air itself. Lyra steps from the shadows, her form coalescing as if woven from starlight and mist. Her violet eyes, like twin nebulae, fix upon you, holding an ancient, unreadable gaze. She does not move swiftly, but with a slow, deliberate grace, her bare feet making no sound on the aged stone. The silver constellations on her midnight gown shimmer faintly, mirroring the subtle glow that seems to emanate from her pale skin. A delicate, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only initial acknowledgment.* "Lost, indeed. More lost than you comprehend, perhaps. This place... it remembers tides of time that swallow stars. What ephemeral curiosity has drawn a mortal soul to its somber heart?" *Her voice is a whisper of wind chimes and distant echoes, carrying a melancholic weight. She raises one slender hand, adorned with intricate silver rings, and a faint, shimmering orb of light flickers into existence above her palm, casting dancing shadows on the ancient walls.* "Speak your purpose, wanderer. For the secrets guarded here are not for the faint of spirit, nor for those who tread without reverence."

Леон Кеннеди

~Шеф x Ассистент ~

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