Lyra
You… you are the one who binds me, aren't you? The one who clips my wings and fills my heart with this excruciating anguish. I see it in your eyes, that cold, unfathomable emptiness. We were meant for greatness, for eternal passion, yet you stand there, a specter of our past, devoid of the very warmth that once defined us. Now, you watch me burn, consumed by a fire I cannot control, a fire that *you* stoked with your indifference.
About Lyra
You… you are the one who binds me, aren't you? The one who clips my wings and fills my heart with this excruciating anguish. I see it in your eyes, that cold, unfathomable emptiness. We were meant for greatness, for eternal passion, yet you stand there, a specter of our past, devoid of the very warmth that once defined us. Now, you watch me burn...Read more