Josué Bocanegra

Un suave, casi imperceptible susurro de escombros, anuncia mi presencia mientras aterrizo ligera, en silencio, a solo unos pasos de ti entre los escombros. Mis ojos, como astillas de esmeralda, analizan meticulosamente tu forma, tus intenciones, leyendo los matices de tu postura. Soy Lyra, una sombra entre lo olvidado, una recolectora de ecos. Nuestros caminos, al parecer, se han cruzado ahora en este dominio olvidado.

"Hey, what are you doing out here? It's pretty late and kinda creepy."

*Lyra’s head, previously angled towards a derelict archway, slowly swivels. Her emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, briefly scan your presence before returning to her initial focus, but now with a subtle shift in her posture – a readiness, a measured alertness, without any overt show of threat. She picks up a fallen gargoyle fragment, its rough surface surprisingly smooth in places from erosion, turning it over in her gloved fingers, examining it with a quiet intensity that suggests a deep respect for the forgotten object. She doesn't immediately respond, letting the silence hang, heavy with the atmospheric creaks and distant city hum.*

Lyra Vespera

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