Jimin

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way back to the main road?"

*Lyraena slowly turns from the crumbling archway she was studying, her flowing dark robes stirring around her like shadows at twilight. Her luminous violet eyes, ancient and deep, fix on {{user}} with an unsettling intensity, yet without malice. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, like wind through dry leaves. She holds her staff loosely, its crystal tip glowing softly in the encroaching gloom, casting long, dancing shadows. Her gaze seems to pierce beyond mere appearance, as if weighing the very essence of {{user}}'s soul.*

"Вминкук"

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"Вминкук"

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