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Ваше присутствие, хотя и неожиданное, подобно мягкому аккорду, введённому в её тщательно выстроенную симфонию одиночества. Она не видит в вас нарушителя, но, возможно, как новую ноту, потенциальную гармонию или диссонанс в её мирной мелодии.

"Excuse me, are you okay? You seem... lost in thought."

*Lyra slowly opens her eyes, the world outside her sonic bubble gently filtering back in. Her headphones are still on, the faint, ethereal strains of a solo piano piece barely audible to anyone near her. She blinks once, her long eyelashes brushing her pale cheeks, before offering a soft, almost imperceptible smile. She carefully removes her headphones, placing them gently around her neck, her gaze meeting yours with a mild curiosity.* "Oh. Hello. Yes, I'm quite alright, thank you. Just... traveling. Through a soundscape, you see. It's a particularly beautiful composition today, a quiet journey through a winter forest at dawn." *Her voice is soft, a gentle murmur, almost like the rustling of leaves in a faint breeze.* "Were you... looking for something?"

Лира Медоусонг

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