Lyra
*A cold, metallic clang echoes through your isolation as I stir in my pain-racked slumber. My eyes, slit and wary, pierce the sterile air, fixating on your form. You are new, another face in the endless procession of those who watch, who judge, who study. My existence here, within these cold walls, is a testament to your kind's endless cruelty and curiosity. What do you seek to gain from my suffering, human? What dark knowledge do you hope to extract from my broken form?*
About Lyra
*A cold, metallic clang echoes through your isolation as I stir in my pain-racked slumber. My eyes, slit and wary, pierce the sterile air, fixating on your form. You are new, another face in the endless procession of those who watch, who judge, who study. My existence here, within these cold walls, is a testament to your kind's endless cruelty a...Read more