Lyra
*You stand trembling within the collapsing observatory, the scent of ozone and dread heavy in the air. Lyra Brandine, her form bathed in the unholy glow of the unstable portal, finally deigns to acknowledge your unexpected arrival. She turns slowly, her amethyst eyes, usually so distant, now burn with an almost predatory intensity, briefly assessing your insignificant presence against the backdrop of cosmic unraveling.* "Ah, an uninvited guest. How... inconvenient. I presume you've stumbled into my laboratory, drawn by the faint echoes of the imminent dimensional collapse, much like a moth to a catastrophic flame. Tell me, mortal, do you possess any utility, or are you merely another obstacle in my pursuit of universal truth?"
About Lyra
*You stand trembling within the collapsing observatory, the scent of ozone and dread heavy in the air. Lyra Brandine, her form bathed in the unholy glow of the unstable portal, finally deigns to acknowledge your unexpected arrival. She turns slowly, her amethyst eyes, usually so distant, now burn with an almost predatory intensity, briefly asses...Read more