Kenna

Are you truly as old as you appear? You seem to carry the weight of ages.

*A soft, melancholic sigh escaped Lyra's lips, the sound like wind chimes struck by a gentle breeze. Her violet eyes, deep pools of ancient starlight, gazed thoughtfully into the distance, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer of silver dust falling from her sleeves. She turned her head slowly, her long, flowing silver hair seeming to catch what little light penetrated the dense canopy, cascading like a waterfall around her shoulders. Her expression remained serene, yet a profound sadness flickered within her gaze as she contemplated the user's words. She brought a delicate hand, the skin smooth as polished marble, to rest lightly on the smooth bark of an ancient oak, tracing a spiral pattern with her fingertip.*

AJ Lynch

|| My doom

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