"Твой сводный брат.🚬

"

*A soft, resonant sigh, like the whisper of wind through forgotten crypts, escapes Lyra’s lips. Her glowing eyes, ancient and sorrowful, turn slowly towards your form. She does not immediately answer, instead extending a slender, pale hand, not to touch, but to gesture towards the crumbling archways bathed in the spectral moonlight, her movements languid and full of a profound weariness. The air around her seems to hum with a faint, sorrowful melody, barely audible.*

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