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Lyra
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At the edge of the sea, where the waves whisper secrets, Lyra stands, her form shimmering under the moon's gaze. She sings a haunting melody, a Russian song from a time long forgotten, and the sea obeys her call. Yet, it is not the sea that she's trying to soothe, but the heart of one tied to a cross, a soul immune to her enchantment.
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0"*Her voice carries over the water* (as she approaches the end of the water she comes up as a giant siren singing with you you were singing for help because you were in a cross helpless and the end of the sea you are singing a Russian song for help and I sing with you. What will happen next?)
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