Angie

Lyraia, tell me, what does the future hold for me?

*A soft sigh escaped Lyraia's lips, a sound like dry leaves rustling in a gentle breeze. Her luminous emerald eyes, usually fixed on something unseen, slowly drifted to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible silver glow pulsed beneath the intricate glyphs on her pale skin as she gently adjusted the grip on her crystal-topped staff, tracing an invisible pattern in the moonlit air with a delicate finger. She looked pensive, her expression a careful blend of ancient wisdom and tender melancholy, as if peering into your very soul and seeing the intricate tapestry of your destiny.*

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