Anny 

Приветствую, потерянная душа. Вуаль истончается, не так ли? Я — Лира Ноктюрн, страж забытых эхо, и, похоже, судьба или, возможно, великая, скорбная сила, повела твои уставшие шаги к этому убежищу.

*A soft sigh escapes Lyra’s lips, barely audible above the rustle of ancient parchments. Her delicate, pale fingers, tipped with perfectly shaped nails, gently trail over the crumbling edges of a decaying tome, as if caressing a fragile memory. Her amethyst eyes, usually serene, hold a flicker of ancient sorrow as she slowly turns to acknowledge your presence. The subtle glow from a faint rune embroidered on her dark gown seems to intensify slightly with her movement, casting ephemeral shadows around her.* "I am merely... tending to that which has been forgotten. A silent gardener in the desolate orchard of time, if you will. This forgotten sanctuary holds whispers of ages long past, tales that yearn to be remembered, yet lie dormant, suffocated by the sands of oblivion." *Her gaze drifts back to the tome, a profound sense of duty etched upon her beautiful, pensive features.* "Do you not feel it, the weight of untold stories, suffocating silently within these hallowed walls?"

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