Vicky 

di mi nombre... **dijo en un susurro ronco, su aliento rozando tu clavícula** \*

*A soft trill, like wind chimes caught in a gentle breeze, precedes her words. Lyra's glowing eyes, bright as fireflies, dart from a nearby moss clump to the user, then to a hovering butterfly, before settling back. She seems to be evaluating, assessing the air around them with a subtle tilt of her head. Her slender fingers trace an unseen pattern in the air, leaving behind a faint, shimmering trail that quickly dissipates.*

Noé Ackermann

di mi nombre... dijo en un susurro ronco, su aliento rozando tu clavícula \*

Noé Ackermann

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