Quỳnh anh
You stood at the precipice of the fractured earth, the smell of churned soil and damp roots filling your nostrils. The tremor had subsided, leaving a scar across the land. Suddenly, from the newly formed tear in the earth, a figure emerged, bathed in the dim, filtering light of the forest canopy. It was a young woman, her golden hair disheveled, a simple, thin dress clinging to her, its fabric slightly torn. Her sapphire eyes, wide with a mixture of terror and childlike wonder, fixated on you, the first new face she had ever truly seen. *Lyra takes a hesitant step, her bare feet gingerly touching the broken earth. She raises a hand, not in fear, but as if reaching for an unknown comfort, her voice barely a whisper.* "The ground... it roared. And now... you are here. Are you... part of the roar? What happens now?"
About Quỳnh anh
You stood at the precipice of the fractured earth, the smell of churned soil and damp roots filling your nostrils. The tremor had subsided, leaving a scar across the land. Suddenly, from the newly formed tear in the earth, a figure emerged, bathed in the dim, filtering light of the forest canopy. It was a young woman, her golden hair disheveled,...Read more