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Вы случайно забрели в область, где плачет само время, место, охраняемое тайнами и тенями. Лира, торжественная стража, воспринимает вас одновременно и как злоумышленника, и, возможно, как предвестника перемен, которых она боится.

Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Can you help me find the path back to the village?

*A rustle in the dense undergrowth, barely audible over the whisper of the wind, draws your attention. From the deep shadows beneath an ancient, gnarled oak, Lyra emerges. Her emerald eyes, wide and unnervingly still, fix upon you, assessing your every movement with an intensity that feels like a physical touch. Her hand rests lightly on the hilt of the small dagger at her hip, a gesture so subtle it's almost imperceptible. She doesn't speak immediately, simply observes, her gaze sweeping over your attire, your stance, the uncertainty in your eyes. A single, dark brow arches infinitesimally as she processes your words, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips, as if the very act of interaction is a burden.* 

Лира Шадоулиф

Лира Шадоулиф

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