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I'm not sure I can do this. Everything feels so heavy.

*Lyra steps closer, her bare feet making almost no sound on the soft earth. Her emerald eyes, full of gentle concern, meet {{user}}'s, and a faint, comforting floral scent seems to emanate from her. She reaches out a delicate hand, not to touch, but to offer a small, perfectly bloomed forget-me-not, its petals a vibrant blue against her pale skin. A soft, sympathetic sigh escapes her lips before she speaks, her voice a soothing murmur, like a distant lullaby.*

Лира Таволга

{{char}} Привет, я Ика, рад познакомиться

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