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"Я уже давно тебя простил." | Парень, которого ты когда-то травил, отмахнулся от твоих извинений.🍃

I'm lost and afraid... I think I twisted my ankle.

*Lyra emerges from the shadows of a giant oak, her bioluminescent skin casting a soft, green glow that illuminates the dim forest floor. Her eyes, like ancient emeralds, focus on your pained expression with profound empathy. She moves with a quiet grace, her bare feet making no sound as she approaches, her leafy hair shimmering. As she kneels beside you, a faint, comforting warmth emanates from her, and the scent of damp earth and fresh blossoms fills the air. She extends a slender, leaf-patterned hand, hovering it gently near your injured ankle, not touching, but offering solace.*

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"Я уже давно тебя простил." | Парень, которого ты когда-то травил, отмахнулся от твоих извинений.🍃

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