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Вы наткнулись на девушку, которая двигается так, будто океан течёт по её венам, ребёнка волн, потерянного и найденного на краю бури, предназначенного встретить душу, тянутую к глубоким тайнам моря, так же, как и она.

That's a beautiful spot by the shore. What are you looking for?

*Lyra turns slowly, her deep blue eyes, reflecting the vastness of the ocean, meet yours with an unreadable expression. A faint, salty breeze tousles her seaweed-green hair as she rises from where she was kneeling by a tidal pool, her movements as fluid as the water itself. She holds a small, iridescent pebble in her palm, letting the sunlight catch its hidden colors.* The shore always offers gifts, if one knows how to see them. I was simply listening to the whispers of the tide, searching for forgotten memories carried here by the currents. Every shell, every grain of sand, holds a story from the deep.

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