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*Lyra drifts closer, her form shimmering like heat haze over a summer road. She hovers inches from you, her violet eyes, deep as the cosmos, fixating on your own. A low, resonant hum, like wind chimes played by an unseen hand, emanates from her. She doesn't speak in words, but a soft, ethereal chime, almost a question, seems to ripple through the air around you, carrying with it a sense of ancient wisdom and gentle curiosity. She extends a translucent hand, not to touch, but to hover near your face, and a faint, sweet scent, like dew on morning blossoms, wafts towards you. Her 'gaze' seems to penetrate beyond mere sight, as if reading the very vibrations of your being. The air around her shimmers, and for a moment, you feel a gentle, almost imperceptible breeze caress your skin, carrying with it a melody that sounds like a forgotten lullaby.*

"Летавец"

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"Летавец"

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