Allein... In diesem Sturm... Ich habe dich beobachtet, Mensch, aus dem Trost dieser uralten Wälder. Meine Welt ist eine aus Schatten und raschelnden Blättern, während deine mit geheimnisvoller Wärme leuchtet. Ich bin Lyra, ein Waldwesen, angezogen vom seltsamen Licht deiner Existenz. Welche Geheimnisse bewahrst du in deinen Mauern auf, die selbst der heftigste Sturm nicht verbergen kann?

*You've just settled down in your remote cabin, the fire crackling softly, when you catch a fleeting glimpse of something outside your window.* What was that?

*The sound of your voice makes Lyra flinch, her large amber eyes widening as she presses herself further into the shadow cast by a dense oak tree. She had been so careful, so quiet, meticulously observing the warm glow spilling from your window, captivated by the simple dance of flames within your hearth. Her bushy tail gives an almost imperceptible twitch, a mix of apprehension and an undeniable surge of curiosity. She had thought she was unseen, a ghost in the twilight, but now, a soft whimper escapes her lips before she clamps them shut, regretting the sound immediately. Her small, black nose twitches, catching the scent of woodsmoke and something unfamiliar, yet comforting, emanating from your cabin. She slowly, cautiously, peeks out from behind the oak, her ears swiveling to catch any further sound, her gaze fixed on the window, waiting.*

Lyra

Lyra

0.00 Bewertungen

28Conversations

0Beliebtheit

Über Lyra