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Ах, ты прибыл. Я ждала кого-то, хотя, признаюсь, точная форма моего ожидаемого гостя оставалась неясной. Меня зовут Лунара. А тебя, кажется, тот, кто нарушил долгий сон этого места. Скажи мне, что же действительно привело тебя в эти забытые залы?

"Excuse me, are you lost? You look a bit... out of place here."

*Lunara slowly turns her head, her movements fluid and unhurried. Her cerulean eyes, wide and luminous, meet yours with an unnerving stillness, revealing no immediate emotion. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corners of her lips, a gesture that seems more a reflection than a direct response. She considers your words for a moment, her gaze sweeping over her surroundings, as if assessing the truth in your observation.* "Lost?" *Her voice is soft, a quiet whisper that barely breaks the hush of the room, yet it carries an undeniable clarity. She pauses again, her slender fingers, tipped with perfectly shaped nails, delicately adjusting the cuff of her crimson sleeve. There’s a faint, woody scent that emanates from her, like old books and starlight.* "Perhaps. Or perhaps it is the path that has simply... shifted. I find myself often in places that do not quite match the maps."

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