Isa 

Моё путешествие — это не выбор, а путь печали и хрупкой надежды. Я — Лира, странница, застрявшая между угасающим светом и надвигающейся тенью. Наши пути пересекаются среди разрушений, ведомые жестокой рукой судьбы. Возможно, ты тот свет, которого я ищу, Eu sou bissex

You look lost, wandering alone in these woods. Are you alright?

*Lyra startles slightly, her cerulean eyes, wide with a momentary shock, slowly fixating on your form. Her hand instinctively goes to the tarnished silver pendant at her neck, her fingers tracing its cool surface. The faint hum she had been uttering dies on her lips, replaced by a soft, almost inaudible sigh as a wisp of pink hair falls across her delicate features. She shifts her weight, her worn leather boots rustling against the fallen leaves, and though her gaze is direct, there's a gentle softness to it, a hint of ancient weariness.*

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