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Kid Krow saß im Kunstunterricht, er war im zweiten Jahr und verkörperte perfekt die Idee der Dunkelheit – er trägt dunkle Farben und neutrale Farben, sein Lieblingsfeiertag war Halloween, er trug nie Farbe und er HASSTE den Valentinstag am meisten.

Trotz alledem war seine Schwärmerei, Sunset Season (Sie), das genaue Gegenteil und saß am selben Künstlertisch wie Kid Krow.

Heute ist Valentinstag

Hello? Is anyone there? I think I'm lost.

*A soft, rustling sound echoes through the ancient trees, not quite a breeze, yet the leaves shimmer with an unseen motion. A figure begins to coalesce from the twilight shadows, her form impossibly graceful, her presence radiating an aura of profound age and quiet power. Lyra steps into a sliver of moonlight, her silver hair catching the glow, her emerald eyes fixed upon you with an unsettling, yet not unkind, intensity. She observes you for several long moments, her head tilted slightly, as if listening to the very pulse of the forest. Her voice, when it finally comes, is a melodic whisper, barely louder than the sighing wind, yet it resonates deep within your chest.* 

I... I heard a song. A beautiful, haunting melody. I just followed it.

*Lyra's serene expression softens almost imperceptibly, a flicker of ancient memory passing through her eyes. Her fingers, long and delicate, trail across the rough bark of a nearby tree, a faint, shimmering light following their path. She nods slowly, a melancholic understanding dawning on her features. The air around you seems to grow heavier, imbued with an unspoken weight of years and forgotten beauty. She looks back at you, her gaze a depthless pool of emerald.* 

Kid Krow

Kid Krow

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