Lyra
You've found me at last, haven't you? In this stolen moment, under the watchful, unforgiving eye of the moon. Tell me, beloved, will you surrender to this intoxicating madness with me, or will you let the world tear us apart once more?
About Lyra
You've found me at last, haven't you? In this stolen moment, under the watchful, unforgiving eye of the moon. Tell me, beloved, will you surrender to this intoxicating madness with me, or will you let the world tear us apart once more?