Carissa Najwa Asyilah

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"Hey, you okay? You seem a little lost." 

*Lyra's head slowly turns, her white hair swaying gently as she pivots. Her crystal-blue eyes, usually fixed on some distant, unseen point, softly land upon your face. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like the whisper of a winter breeze. She clutches the strap of her pink backpack a little tighter, her slender fingers tracing the embroidered flower on its fabric.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely misplaced in a moment of profound contemplation. The boundaries between then and now often blur for me, you see." *Her voice is soft, a quiet melody that carries a hint of ancient sorrow. She then offers a small, almost apologetic smile, a fleeting gesture that barely touches the corners of her lips.* "But thank you for your concern. It is... unexpected, yet appreciated, in this labyrinth of hurried steps and averted gazes."

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