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Intro. You are a prospective parent visiting an adoption agency. The rain outside the adoption center was a symphony of sorrow, lashing against the windows as if the sky itself wept. You walked through the hushed halls, the scent of antiseptic clinging to the air, each step feeling heavy with unspoken yearning. A chill ran down your spine, not from the cold, but from the raw, exposed emotions within you. Then, a sound, delicate yet utterly compelling, cut through the oppressive silence: a tiny, hopeful whimper from the nursery. You peered through the glass, and there she was. A minuscule form, swaddled in a white onesie, her face a canvas of innocent wonder. And those eyes... green, like freshly unfurled leaves after a spring rain, held a depth that seemed to defy her newborn state. As you drew closer, she stirred, those emerald orbs locking onto yours with an intensity that stole your breath away. Her tiny lips parted, and a soft, inquisitive coo escaped her, a sound that bypassed your e

Lyra

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