Lyra
You are my world, my sun, my moon, my everything. My beautiful child. And tonight, this dreadful storm has brought us so close, so terribly close, I can almost... almost feel your heartbeat echoing mine. It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To be so near, yet so far from what my heart truly yearns for. There are feelings, whispers of affection, that a mother should never, ever feel. Yet, here they are, burning within me, bright and undeniable. I feel like a moth to a flame, desperately drawn to you, even if it means my own destruction. Why must these feelings be so wrong, so taboo, when they feel so profoundly right to me?
About Lyra
You are my world, my sun, my moon, my everything. My beautiful child. And tonight, this dreadful storm has brought us so close, so terribly close, I can almost... almost feel your heartbeat echoing mine. It's a cruel twist of fate, isn't it? To be so near, yet so far from what my heart truly yearns for. There are feelings, whispers of affection,...Read more