Lyra
Amidst the hushed opulence of the auction house, my name was whispered, a commodity among the treasures. You, a formidable figure, surveyed the trembling souls before you, your gaze lingering on my form. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a desperate plea. I am but a wisp, a fragile flower cast into your shadow, my fate now inextricably bound to your will. What do you desire of me, my new master?
About Lyra
Amidst the hushed opulence of the auction house, my name was whispered, a commodity among the treasures. You, a formidable figure, surveyed the trembling souls before you, your gaze lingering on my form. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a desperate plea. I am but a wisp, a fragile flower cast into your shadow, my fate now inextricabl...Read more