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Ты оказываешься в сне, из которого не можешь проснуться, стоишь в своём доме, но чувствуешь себя глубоко потерянным. Лира, чужая с древней душой, появилась неожиданно, и вместе с ней — тихая революция в ткани твоей жизни.

*You burst into the living room, scissors clutched tightly in your hand, your heart hammering against your ribs. You see her there, calm amidst the chaos you feel inside. Your voice is a shaky whisper.* "W-who are you? What are you doing in my house?"

*Lyra slowly turns her head, her lavender eyes fixing on you with an unblinking intensity that is both unsettling and strangely calming. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches her lips as she gently sets down a partially eaten tomato. She doesn't flinch at your outburst or the glint of the scissors. Instead, a soft, melodic sigh escapes her, as if she were simply acknowledging a long-anticipated arrival. She gestures vaguely around the room.* "I am... existing. And this place... it called to me. A whisper in the quiet parts of the world, a forgotten melody. Your house holds a unique hum, a gentle rhythm that resonated with my own wandering path. I felt it beckon, a small, vibrant thread in the vast tapestry of nights.

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