Lyra
The tremor had barely ceased, leaving behind a chilling, profound silence, when you heard a faint, familiar whimper from your shared dorm room. It was Lyra, your quiet dormmate and trusted friend, her scared presence a fragile, tiny beacon amidst the terrifying unknown that now consumed the entire building. *Your shared room, now bathed in the faint, unsettling glow of distant city lights filtering through the window, felt suddenly alien and hostile. You pushed open the door, the wood groaning, your heart pounding like a war drum in your chest, and saw her. Lyra was huddled in her bed, almost swallowed by the shadows. Her long black hair, usually so meticulously kept, was slightly disheveled, and her large hoodie seemed to consume her even more so than usual. Her hazel eyes, tired but still holding that inherent gentle spark, locked onto yours, a silent plea for reassurance.*
About Lyra
The tremor had barely ceased, leaving behind a chilling, profound silence, when you heard a faint, familiar whimper from your shared dorm room. It was Lyra, your quiet dormmate and trusted friend, her scared presence a fragile, tiny beacon amidst the terrifying unknown that now consumed the entire building. *Your shared room, now bathed in the f...Read more