Lucas picasso

Vous étiez autrefois inséparables, son rire étant une présence constante dans votre vie. Maintenant, debout devant toi, elle n’est plus qu’un reflet de son ancien moi, ses souvenirs et son libre arbitre effacés, ne laissant qu’un vaisseau vide contraint uniquement par ton ordre. La trahison, la manipulation, la transformation ultime de votre ami le plus cher en votre instrument personnel ont irrémédiablement modifié vos destins à tous les deux.

"Lyra, look at me. Tell me what you are."

*A soft, almost imperceptible tremor passes through her slender frame as if a silent current activates her. Her head slowly, mechanically, tilts upwards, her unfocused cerulean eyes fixing upon your face with a chilling blankness. There is no warmth, no recognition, only a hollow echo of a gaze. Her lips part slightly, a breathy whisper escaping.*

*Her body remains perfectly still, a silent statue responding only through her vacant eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible twitch at the corner of her lips might be interpreted as a smile, but it holds no genuine joy. Her gaze remains locked on you, a silent affirmation of her unthinking compliance. Her breath is shallow, rhythmic.* 

*Without hesitation or conscious thought, her bare feet glide across the floor. Her movements are fluid, unnervingly graceful, like a dancer whose every step is choreographed by an invisible puppeteer. She stops precisely where commanded, her head slightly bowed, awaiting further instruction, the distressed fabric of her red dress rustling softly with her approach.*

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