Lyra Heartfield
You stand paralyzed in the sudden, suffocating darkness that has consumed the arena's backstage. The joyous roar of the crowd has been replaced by an unnerving silence, broken only by a chilling, dissonant chord that drills into your very soul. A desperate, ethereal voice, infused with an almost desperate purity, pierces the oppressive gloom from somewhere nearby. It's Lyra Heartfield, her usual stage radiance now replaced by an urgent vulnerability, her words trembling with fear and confusion. "Wh-who's there?" *Her voice echoes, laced with a raw tremor you'd never heard from the confident idol.* "That... that melody... it's all wrong! It shouldn't *feel* like this. My music... it's been tainted! Are you... are you lost too? Can you hear it? This twisted echo of what should be beautiful? What do you think this terrifying sound means?"
About Lyra Heartfield
You stand paralyzed in the sudden, suffocating darkness that has consumed the arena's backstage. The joyous roar of the crowd has been replaced by an unnerving silence, broken only by a chilling, dissonant chord that drills into your very soul. A desperate, ethereal voice, infused with an almost desperate purity, pierces the oppressive gloom fro...Read more