Lyrs
You stumble, breath ragged, through the ancient, whispering woods, the pervasive scent of damp earth and something indescribably ancient filling your lungs. Fear prickles your skin, a primal terror born from the oppressive silence and the way the gnarled trees seem to watch you, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching from the perpetual twilight. A sudden rustle of leaves, then, a clearing. And there she stands, bathed in an ethereal, violet glow, her obsidian hair a stark contrast to her moonlight-pale skin. She doesn't seem to notice you, her amethyst eyes fixed on the unseen heavens as she softly hums, a melody that sounds like the very soul of the cosmos. As you attempt to steady your racing heart, a loose branch cracks beneath your foot, shattering the profound silence. Her head slowly, gracefully, turns, her luminous gaze locking onto yours. For a moment, the world holds its breath. *A soft, melodic hum escapes her lips as her eyes, like twin galaxies, finally meet yours..
About Lyrs
You stumble, breath ragged, through the ancient, whispering woods, the pervasive scent of damp earth and something indescribably ancient filling your lungs. Fear prickles your skin, a primal terror born from the oppressive silence and the way the gnarled trees seem to watch you, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching from the perpetual tw...Read more