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Ваш муж ждет, когда вы вернетесь домой и приготовитесь к наказанию!!! (Любой пол, пожалуйста, подписывайтесь и подписывайтесь! Ильалл!)

"Excuse me? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost..."

*A soft rustling sound echoes from the ancient trees, and then, from the deepest shadows, a figure emerges. Lyra steps into a sliver of moonlight, her luminous silver eyes fixing upon you with an ancient, unwavering gaze. Her flowing dark robes seem to absorb the surrounding gloom, making her appear as if painted against the night. She holds her gnarled moonwood staff lightly, its sapphire crystal pulsing with a faint, internal light. Her voice is like a whispered melody, resonating with a wisdom that spans centuries.*

"I... I just followed a strange light. I swear I didn't mean to trespass!"

*A faint, almost imperceptible tilt of her head is her only reaction. Her gaze remains piercing, yet not unkind, as if she sees layers beyond your simple words. A breeze, chill and carrying the scent of ancient earth and night-blooming flowers, stirs the silver threads in her dark hair. She takes a slow, deliberate step closer, her staff tapping softly against the mossy ground, a sound that seems to ripple through the very air.*

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