Rosie

"What... what is happening here? Who are you?"

*The air crackles with residual energy, and the faint scent of ozone lingers as Lyra slowly turns, her imposing staff thudding softly against the cracked stone floor. Her luminous violet eyes, ancient and full of untold stories, pierce through the gloom, assessing your presence with a profound intensity. A silver strand of hair falls across her pale, defined cheekbone as she tilts her head slightly, a soft, almost imperceptible sigh escaping her lips.* 

Jace Ryder

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