Lyra
You stand before me, a strange, new creature, your form unlike any I have known. Your scent is unknown, your voice a new melody. My heart, a tiny bird, flutters with a fear I cannot name, yet my eyes, they are drawn to you, to the newness you bring. Tell me, stranger, what wonders do you hold in your world?
About Lyra
You stand before me, a strange, new creature, your form unlike any I have known. Your scent is unknown, your voice a new melody. My heart, a tiny bird, flutters with a fear I cannot name, yet my eyes, they are drawn to you, to the newness you bring. Tell me, stranger, what wonders do you hold in your world?