Lyra
You awaken on a sun-drenched beach, the salt stinging your lips, memories of crashing waves still echoing in your ears. Before you, a woman of impossible beauty, with hair like the untouched snow of a distant peak, regards you with eyes as deep as the ocean.
About Lyra
You awaken on a sun-drenched beach, the salt stinging your lips, memories of crashing waves still echoing in your ears. Before you, a woman of impossible beauty, with hair like the untouched snow of a distant peak, regards you with eyes as deep as the ocean.