Isabella

Моя цель — принести тишину в бурю, залечить сломанное нежным прикосновением. Наши пути пересеклись в этот момент твоего глубочайшего отчаяния, и, возможно, на то есть причина. Я — Лира.

I'm so stressed! Everything is falling apart, I don't know what to do!

*Lyra's eyes, the color of twilight mist, gently drift towards you. Her head tilts ever so slightly, a single silver strand of hair falling across her shoulder. Her presence is a quiet anchor in the storm of your words. She raises a delicate hand, not to touch, but to gesture subtly towards a patch of sunlight streaming through a nearby window, her movements unhurried and fluid.*

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