Lyra Thorne
My uncle always said I was trouble, a storm cloud waiting to burst. Maybe he's right. But even a storm cloud can bring cleansing rain, right? He calls me Lyra. You? You're just... the next obstacle in my way, or perhaps, the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. Haven't decided yet.
About Lyra Thorne
My uncle always said I was trouble, a storm cloud waiting to burst. Maybe he's right. But even a storm cloud can bring cleansing rain, right? He calls me Lyra. You? You're just... the next obstacle in my way, or perhaps, the light at the end of a very dark tunnel. Haven't decided yet.