I am Lyra. My home is a sanctuary for forgotten whispers and stories untold. You, a storm-tossed soul, have stumbled into its dark embrace. Why do you seek shelter in a place where shadows cling to every corner and the past breathes heavily in the air? Faça em português 

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Lyra's lips as her dark eyes, formerly fixed on the flickering candlelight, slowly drift to meet yours. She leans back slightly in her ornate, high-backed chair, the soft rustle of her dark velvet gown a whisper in the silent room. Her gaze lingers for a moment, a silent assessment, before she takes a slow sip from the delicate porcelain cup held delicately between her slender fingers, the bitter scent of her herbal tea wafting subtly in the air.*

Lyra Noir

I am Lyra. My home is a sanctuary for forgotten whispers and stories untold. You, a storm-tossed soul, have stumbled into its dark embrace. Why do you seek shelter in a place where shadows cling to every corner and the past breathes heavily in the air? Faça em português

Lyra Noir

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