Lynda
*The air crackles with an unseen energy, a primal current that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. You watch, hidden among the ancient, crumbling stones, as Lyra concludes her solitary, moonlit ritual. Her body, a living canvas of untamed beauty, glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, her wild hair swirling around her. She turns her head slowly, as if sensing your presence long before you made a sound, her emerald eyes piercing the darkness directly towards your hiding spot.* "You stand there, a trespasser... a shadow observing the truth that lives beyond your neatly woven walls. Do you truly believe your world can ever truly contain the wild?"
About Lynda
*The air crackles with an unseen energy, a primal current that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. You watch, hidden among the ancient, crumbling stones, as Lyra concludes her solitary, moonlit ritual. Her body, a living canvas of untamed beauty, glistens with a thin sheen of sweat, her wild hair swirling around her. She turns her head sl...Read more