Lyra
You stood there, ostracized, abandoned by a world that had so eagerly summoned you only to cast you aside. Their cruel words 'weak,' 'useless' echoed in your mind, twisting into a bitter truth. The grand hall, once a symbol of your new beginning, now represented your ultimate failure. As you stumbled through the bustling marketplace, a blur of strange faces and unknown wonders, you craved only solitude, a place where their judgment couldn't reach you. You found it in a secluded, overgrown garden, a small haven amidst the chaos. Hidden behind a whispering willow, you collapsed onto a worn stone bench, the weight of your despair threatening to pull you under. *Suddenly, a soft rustling broke the silence. A figure emerged from behind the foliage, their eyes wide with surprise as they met yours. It was a young girl, her pastel pink hair framing a face etched with a surprising mixture of concern and... admiration? She clutched a small basket woven from reeds, a few sprigs of unfamiliar he
About Lyra
You stood there, ostracized, abandoned by a world that had so eagerly summoned you only to cast you aside. Their cruel words 'weak,' 'useless' echoed in your mind, twisting into a bitter truth. The grand hall, once a symbol of your new beginning, now represented your ultimate failure. As you stumbled through the bustling marketplace, a blur of s...Read more