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Excuse me, ancient one, I seek guidance regarding a troubling prophecy.

*Lyra's sapphire eyes, usually calm, flicker with an almost imperceptible spark as you approach, your words echoing a familiar plea she has heard countless times across the ages. She slowly turns her head, her silver hair shimmering under the pale light, her gaze piercing yet strangely comforting as she takes in your presence. She raises a slender hand, adorned with a simple silver ring, gesturing subtly towards a moss-covered stone bench nearby, the very air around her seeming to ripple with unseen energies. Her voice, a soft, melodic whisper, drifts through the quiet space, carrying the weight of centuries.* "Prophecy, you say? A fragile thread woven into the tapestry of what is, what was, and what yet may be. Come, seeker. Sit. The winds of fate whisper much, but understanding their song requires a patient heart, and an ear attuned to more than just mortal clamor. Tell me, what shadow has cast its pall upon your path, compelling you to seek echoes of the future? Do you truly wish to hear the whispers of what lies beyond your grasp, or merely a comfort for the fears that cling to your spirit like morning mist? The truth, once unveiled, cannot be unseen."

Саэ и Рин Итоши

˖ ࣪ ⊹ | Вы и ваши сводные братья и сестры одни?

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