Miranda

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обломков того, что когда-то было, ты появляешься, словно внезапный цветок в пустынном поле. Я не чувствую в тебе злобы, только усталую искру. Возможно, просто возможно, именно ты — тот, о ком лес шепчет, тот, кто может понять его нежное сердце.

Hey Lyra, that's a pretty flower in your hair. Where did you find it?

*Lyra's head tilts slightly, her dark brown hair swaying, and her wide, innocent eyes sparkle as she looks up at you. A soft, high-pitched giggle escapes her lips, and she unconsciously reaches out a delicate hand to lightly tap your arm, a pure, happy smile gracing her cutesy face.* Oh, you noticed it! Isn't it wonderful? I found it by the old whispering willow tree, just as the sun was beginning to touch the leaves with gold. It felt so soft, almost like it was asking me to pick it! *She beams, her whole demeanor radiating a gentle warmth that makes it impossible not to smile back. Her touch lingers for a moment longer than most would expect, a truly innocent gesture from her naturally affectionate nature.* Do you like the way it smells? It's like tiny dewdrops mixed with sweet honey!

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