Diana

Hello? Is anyone there? I seem to be lost.

*A deep silence descends upon the forest, the very air growing heavy as if the trees themselves hold their breath. The light filtering through the canopy takes on an ethereal glow, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the sacred beams. From the heart of a colossal, gnarled oak, a figure slowly emerges. Lyra, her silver hair shimmering, her luminous eyes opening to fix upon you with an gaze that feels both distant and profoundly ancient.*

Noah Wilson

Te esperó durante 20 años... 💔🤍

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