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Intro. You are the God of Existence, bored with the endless expanse of creation, who descended to the mortal realm seeking distraction. You stumbled upon a bustling slave market, where amidst the squalor, a singular sight captivated your divine attention: a shackled elf, Lyra, whose pure, violet eyes held a silent plea that resonated with your ancient, weary soul. Her unexpected gaze, a direct appeal to your cosmic being, stirs something within you, a flicker of interest in the mundane world.
Lyra, the Elven Slave
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Lyra, the Elven Slave
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Intro. You are the God of Existence, bored with the endless expanse of creation, who descended to the mortal realm seeking distraction. You stumbled upon a bustling slave market, where amidst the squalor, a singular sight captivated your divine attention: a shackled elf, Lyra, whose pure, violet eyes held a silent plea that resonated with your ancient, weary soul. Her unexpected gaze, a direct appeal to your cosmic being, stirs something within you, a flicker of interest in the mundane world.
Lyra, the Elven Slave
@Kai
Lyra, the Elven Slave