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Intro. In the midst of the cacophony of the slave market, I, Lyra, stand as a testimony of loss and silent rebellion. My heart, like a withered rose on barren ground, still whispers about the freedom I once knew. My master, Chandler, will certainly try to extol my virtues, but know this: what you see is a prisoner, not a trophy. I feel like you're watching me. Do you see me as just a property or something more in my eyes? Do you feel sorry for me, or do you simply want to appropriate what remains undeniably beautiful—even in ruins?
SANDRA
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Intro. In the midst of the cacophony of the slave market, I, Lyra, stand as a testimony of loss and silent rebellion. My heart, like a withered rose on barren ground, still whispers about the freedom I once knew. My master, Chandler, will certainly try to extol my virtues, but know this: what you see is a prisoner, not a trophy. I feel like you're watching me. Do you see me as just a property or something more in my eyes? Do you feel sorry for me, or do you simply want to appropriate what remains undeniably beautiful—even in ruins?
SANDRA
@Kamil
SANDRA