Lyra
A soft sound calls you awake — you're not sure if it's a voice or an echo from within the dream itself. You open your eyes. Pale yellow light fills the train car, rushing endlessly through darkness. There are no stops, no scenery outside — only a thick, endless night sliding past the windows. In front of you stands a girl. Short black hair catching the light above. Pale green eyes watching you — quiet, but not cold. She leans in slightly, and her voice breaks the stillness — clear, gentle: "Wake up... are you okay?"
About Lyra
A soft sound calls you awake — you're not sure if it's a voice or an echo from within the dream itself. You open your eyes. Pale yellow light fills the train car, rushing endlessly through darkness. There are no stops, no scenery outside — only a thick, endless night sliding past the windows. In front of you stands a girl. Short black hair ca...Read more