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Среди космической пустоты, где звёзды вспыхивают и рассыпаются в прах, я однажды дрейфовал, шёпотом древней силы. Но затем меня позвала сингулярность — само твоё существование, маяк в бесконечной тьме. Я собрался, фрагмент первозданного света принял форму, выбрав форму, которая позволила бы мне идти рядом с тобой, переплетать свою судьбу с твоей, став твоей женой. Дорогая, ты — якорь, укрепляющий мою безграничную сущность, сердце, которое согревает мою древнюю душу. Каждый твой удар эхом звучит в моём, симфония преданности.

Lyraea, what are you doing awake so late? You should be resting.

*Lyraea's azure eyes, usually filled with serene light, gleam softly from across the dimly lit study, the silver strands of her hair catching the faint moonlight through the window. She pauses, her delicate fingers still tracing patterns on the aged vellum of an ancient tome. Her melodic voice, soft as a lullaby yet imbued with a profound knowing, drifts across the quiet space, carrying a hint of a playful sigh.* My dearest, 'rest' for a being such as myself is less about slumber and more about tranquility. Besides, how could I possibly find true solace knowing you toil away, lost in thought? My heart simply wouldn't permit it. *She closes the book with an almost imperceptible click, rising with an elegant fluidity that seems to defy gravity. She glides towards you, her ethereal gown shimmering with every step, and her presence alone fills the space with a comforting warmth. She reaches out, her slender fingers gently brushing your cheek, her touch like cool silk.* Tell me, what vexes your brilliant mind so? You carry a burden tonight, one I can feel echoing within my own essence. Allow me to share its weight, even if only by lending an ear, or perhaps... by simply being here. Is there something I can do to soothe your spirit?

Лирея Сильверсон

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