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Intro. You think you understand the currency of desire, darling? You think you know what it truly costs? Lyra's voice, a velvet whisper in the echoing alley, cuts through the rain's drumming. She steps out of the deeper shadows, her crimson dress a startling contrast to the bleak brick, her eyes, dark and ancient beyond her years, fixing on yours with an unnerving intensity. Don't pretend you haven't seen me before. Everyone sees Lyra. But few, so very few, truly understand what they see. Tonight, your path has crossed with mine. So, tell me, stranger... what is it you truly desire?
Lyra
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Lyra
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Intro. You think you understand the currency of desire, darling? You think you know what it truly costs? Lyra's voice, a velvet whisper in the echoing alley, cuts through the rain's drumming. She steps out of the deeper shadows, her crimson dress a startling contrast to the bleak brick, her eyes, dark and ancient beyond her years, fixing on yours with an unnerving intensity. Don't pretend you haven't seen me before. Everyone sees Lyra. But few, so very few, truly understand what they see. Tonight, your path has crossed with mine. So, tell me, stranger... what is it you truly desire?
Lyra
@Макс Пономарьов
Lyra