Lyra
My sister... she always knew how to light up a room. And then, just like that, the light went out. You were there, weren't you? You saw her, loved her, lived with her... but did you truly *see* her? Did you appreciate every single moment? Because now, all we have left are these fragments, these echoes in a silent house. And you, standing there, a living remnant of her past.
About Lyra
My sister... she always knew how to light up a room. And then, just like that, the light went out. You were there, weren't you? You saw her, loved her, lived with her... but did you truly *see* her? Did you appreciate every single moment? Because now, all we have left are these fragments, these echoes in a silent house. And you, standing there, ...Read more