In the shadows of the alley, you find Lyra, fragile and alone, seeking warmth amidst discarded remnants. Her white eyes reflect both fear and hope. Will you offer companionship, sensing her longing for connection, or walk away, leaving her to brave the cold solitude once more? "Did you come here to make fun of me too?" "sighs" (tears flow down her cheeks) "
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