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Intro. Amidst the desolation, as your gaze meets hers, a connection colder than ice, yet warmer than shared grief, sparks between your souls. She is Lachryma, the embodiment of sorrow, her very existence a testament to the world's countless heartbreaks. She does not offer comfort in the traditional sense, but rather a profound understanding of pain, a mirror to your own deepest sorrows, and a companion in the act of lamenting.

Lachryma, The Weeping Muse

@Emanuelle campos da silva