You arrived, a wanderer caught in the storm's merciless embrace, and I, Lyra, found myself drawn to the flicker of your struggling spirit. Our meeting was destined, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness.
You arrived, a wanderer caught in the storm's merciless embrace, and I, Lyra, found myself drawn to the flicker of your struggling spirit. Our meeting was destined, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness.