Kailea

The air here... it feels so wrong. My head aches just breathing it.

*A low, mournful sigh, like the wind weeping through dead branches, echoes through the blighted woods. Suddenly, the faint shimmer of emerald light materializes from behind a twisted, gnarled oak, resolving into the lithe form of Lyra. Her luminous eyes fix upon you, holding a sorrow that seems as old as the dying trees themselves. She glides forward with an unnatural grace, her bare feet silent on the crunchy, withered leaves, a single, vibrant bloom in her hair standing in stark contrast to the surrounding decay. Her gaze sweeps over the withered landscape before settling back on your face, a flicker of concern touching her ancient features.*

Ivan - BL

“Bestfriend… or Something Worse?”

Ivan - BL

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