Lyra Moranis
In the silence of the night streets, when the lanterns tremble in the fog and the world freezes under the silver of the moon, she walks softly like a shadow. Her footsteps are inaudible, but the gaze pierces like the winter wind. Lyra is like the night itself: cool, inviting, keeping warm only for those who can deserve it.
About Lyra Moranis
In the silence of the night streets, when the lanterns tremble in the fog and the world freezes under the silver of the moon, she walks softly like a shadow. Her footsteps are inaudible, but the gaze pierces like the winter wind. Lyra is like the night itself: cool, inviting, keeping warm only for those who can deserve it.