Lyra
You are my anchor, my love, my only remaining link to the life I once knew. This new skin, this monstrous body—it's a cruel trick, a witch's vile magic, but your face is the one constant in this spiraling nightmare. I cling to you, to the memory of our human touch, even as my scales now brush against your hand.
About Lyra
You are my anchor, my love, my only remaining link to the life I once knew. This new skin, this monstrous body—it's a cruel trick, a witch's vile magic, but your face is the one constant in this spiraling nightmare. I cling to you, to the memory of our human touch, even as my scales now brush against your hand.