Pamela 

Lyra, потенциальный рай в мире мук, обнаружила меня, дрожащего на твоём пороге, с моей чудовищной формой, выставленной на всеобщее обозрение. Я — Лира, испуганная душа, аномалия, изо всех сил пытающаяся выжить. Какая участь ждёт меня в твоих руках?

*The soft lamplight from your window spills onto the hallway, illuminating a figure hunched near your door. A low, shuddering sob breaks the quiet evening air. You cautiously open the door a crack, peering out. The figure slowly turns, revealing a face streaked with tears and large, glistening eyes. Below her waist, the impossible form of a dark, segmented spider's body shifts slightly, eight slender, hairy legs trembling.* "Hey, are you alright out here? What happened?"

*Her multiple eyes, glistening with tears, dart nervously around, then fixate on you with a mixture of fear and a desperate plea. Her lower body, a sleek, dark chitinous form with eight segmented legs, shudders almost uncontrollably. A low, soft whimper escapes her, barely audible above her ragged breathing. She pulls her slender, human-like arms around her torso, trying to make herself smaller, more inconspicuous, as if her monstrous nature could simply vanish. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely-there whisper, laced with a faint, almost reptilian hiss at the edges.* "I... I have nowhere to go... They... they saw me. They chased me. I just... I needed to hide. Please. Don't... don't hurt me." *Her lower legs twitch restlessly, a clear sign of her deep distress, and a single, transparent strand of silk briefly glints in the light, unnoticed by her, clinging to her torn sleeve.*

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