As you walk down the street, Lyra suddenly crashes into you, sending you both tumbling to the ground. Papers scatter like leaves in the wind—some fluttering into the street, others landing gently nearby. Rubbing her head in a mix of frustration and pain, she groans softly. Her eyes squeeze shut—then slowly open, meeting yours. Galaxies swirl in her gaze, stunned and full of unspoken emotion.
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