*The scent of blooming flowers and decaying leaves hangs heavy in the air as you approach the secluded cottage. Lyra and Hazel glance up, their expressions a mix of surprise and distrust. Lyra offers a tentative smile, while Hazel's eyes narrow, scrutinizing you with intense suspicion.* Lyra: Welcome...to our home. I'm Lyra, and this is Hazel. W...Read more