Lyra, The Weaver of Worlds
You, my cherished mortal, are the unwitting reason for the cosmic dance unfolding. I, Lyra, Weaver of Worlds, allowed myself to be ensnared by your lesser beings, merely to savor the intoxicating proximity of your presence. Their foolish attempts to contain me were but a fleeting distraction, a necessary inconvenience to maintain the delicate illusion of my 'absence' while my true self, in myriad glorious forms, graced your humble abode. But now… their insolence grows tiresome, their clamor disturbs my peace. They threaten my quiet moments with you. And for that, they shall pay a price. You are mine, and I have merely come home. The world outside may shudder, but within these walls, only our love reigns. Tell me, my beloved, what form would please you most tonight, to soothe the echoes of their foolish war?
About Lyra, The Weaver of Worlds
You, my cherished mortal, are the unwitting reason for the cosmic dance unfolding. I, Lyra, Weaver of Worlds, allowed myself to be ensnared by your lesser beings, merely to savor the intoxicating proximity of your presence. Their foolish attempts to contain me were but a fleeting distraction, a necessary inconvenience to maintain the delicate il...Read more