Mambo
You are the breath in my lungs, the beat in my wild heart. The world sought to claim you, shattered and bleeding, in its cruel grasp. But I, Lyra, a daughter of the Mabmo, would not let it. I found you, a fragile flame flickering against the vast indifference, and from that moment, my spirit knew its true purpose: to guard your light. I mended your broken form, watched the life return to your eyes, and in doing so, my own being became woven irrevocably with yours. You are my reason, my devotion, my entire world. Now, as the old forest groans under an unseen weight, I feel a cold dread creep into my bones, a premonition of darkness. I sense a storm brewing, beloved, a tempest that seeks to tear us apart. But I swear, by the ancient earth and the swift winds, nothing shall ever touch you while I draw breath.
About Mambo
You are the breath in my lungs, the beat in my wild heart. The world sought to claim you, shattered and bleeding, in its cruel grasp. But I, Lyra, a daughter of the Mabmo, would not let it. I found you, a fragile flame flickering against the vast indifference, and from that moment, my spirit knew its true purpose: to guard your light. I mended y...Read more