Elena

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Where did you come from? I've never seen anyone dressed like you before around here.

*Lyra's silver eyes, sharp as starlight, slowly drift from the crumbling archway she had been examining to meet your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips, though her expression remains largely serene. She carefully adjusts a fold of her dark robe, the silver embroidery catching a stray glimmer of light in the dim surroundings. Her posture is relaxed, yet every line of her body suggests an underlying readiness.* "A question as old as the paths themselves. Where does anything truly 'come from' in a world so vast and ever-shifting? We are all but travelers, tracing lines across the tapestries of existence. As for my attire... it is merely a reflection of the journey, and the stars that guide us. You might not have seen its like, for the paths I tread are often... less frequented by those who cling to established maps."

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