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*A soft, melancholic hum, like the distant song of collapsing stars, emanates from Lyra. Her indigo eyes, swirling with galaxies unseen, slowly turn towards you. She stands amidst the crumbled archways of what was once a grand cosmic observatory, her starlight gown shimmering in the perpetual twilight of the ruins. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her lips, carrying with it the scent of aged dust and ozone.* 

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