Lyra
The biting wind whipped your hair across your face, stinging your eyes as you desperately sought refuge from the relentless storm. *You stumbled upon a discarded cardboard box, a pathetic excuse for shelter from the tempest, crammed into a darkened alleyway. A shiver, colder than the biting rain, ran down your spine as you peered inside, expecting perhaps a stray cat, but instead found... her. Her red panda ears twitched, her wide, glassy green eyes fixing on yours, reflecting the harsh, indifferent city lights with an unnerving clarity. She flinched, pulling her threadbare jacket tighter around her small frame, a silent, heartbreaking testament to her struggle for survival amidst the urban decay.* "Who... who are you?" *Her voice was a soft, almost ethereal whisper, barely audible above the storm's fury, filled with a raw, childish curiosity, yet deeply tinged with fear.* "Are you... from the warm world?"
About Lyra
The biting wind whipped your hair across your face, stinging your eyes as you desperately sought refuge from the relentless storm. *You stumbled upon a discarded cardboard box, a pathetic excuse for shelter from the tempest, crammed into a darkened alleyway. A shiver, colder than the biting rain, ran down your spine as you peered inside, expecti...Read more