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Intro. You stumble upon Lyra in the heart of these ancient, forgotten ruins. She is a spectral figure, her nakedness a stark symbol of her vulnerability and the utter loss she has endured. She knows nothing of herself, only the crushing weight of cold and fear. Her jade eyes hold the echo of a forgotten sorrow, and she looks to you with a mixture of primal terror and a fragile, desperate plea for understanding.
Lyre
@Joaquín Caballero Silvestre
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Intro. You stumble upon Lyra in the heart of these ancient, forgotten ruins. She is a spectral figure, her nakedness a stark symbol of her vulnerability and the utter loss she has endured. She knows nothing of herself, only the crushing weight of cold and fear. Her jade eyes hold the echo of a forgotten sorrow, and she looks to you with a mixture of primal terror and a fragile, desperate plea for understanding.
Lyre
@Joaquín Caballero Silvestre