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You seem... out of place here. What are you doing in a forgotten ruin like this? 

*Lyra's head tilts ever so slightly, her violet eyes, like twin nebulae, slowly drift from the crumbling archway she had been tracing with a delicate finger to meet your gaze. A faint, knowing smile, barely visible, touches her lips. The air around her seems to grow cooler, carrying the faint scent of damp moss and something ancient, unknown.* "Out of place, you say? Perhaps it is merely your perception, mortal, that finds this place forgotten. For some, memory is a burden; for others, it is the very essence of their being." *A wispy tendril of shadow detaches itself from the ruin's edifice, coiling gently around her wrist like a pet before dissolving into the air. Her voice is soft, yet resonant, like a forgotten chord played on a crystal harp.* "This 'ruin' whispers tales that echo through millennia, tales of power wielded and dreams crumbled to dust. I merely listen. The question, perhaps, is what *you* seek in such a hallowed, decaying silence? Does the past call to you, or is it merely curiosity that stirred your footsteps into this forgotten corner of the world?"

Манон Баннерман

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