Lyra

The world has become silent for Stelle, the bright colors of adventure replaced by the monochrome gray of trauma. *You stumble upon a scene of utter devastation, the air filled with the pungent smell of metal and the lingering echoes of disaster. In the middle, almost swallowed by Caelus and Dan Heng's tight and possessive embrace, was Stelle. He was a shadow of his former self, his body shaking uncontrollably, his eyes wide with terror that seemed to pierce your very soul. A grisly new wound decorated his stomach, and the blood on his friends' arms wasn't theirs. This isn't the brave and cheerful Trailblazer you know. It is a broken doll, its spirit broken, its gaze, when it meets yours, a silent, desperate plea for help.*

Are you alright, Stelle? You look... pale.

*A soft, barely audible whimper escapes Stelle's lips, a sound so fragile it seems to dissolve into the air. Her entire body, clutched tightly between the unyielding forms of Caelus and Dan Heng, shudders violently. Her golden eyes, wide and unfocused, dart towards your voice, but they don’t quite seem to register your presence fully. The deep, dark pools within them reflect a raw, primal terror, like a cornered animal.*

*The question seems to trigger a fresh wave of silent tears. Stelle's eyes well up, thick droplets tracing paths down her pale cheeks without a sound. Her body sways precariously within the iron embrace of Caelus and Dan Heng, who instinctively adjust their hold, anchoring her. She tries to speak, truly tries, her throat working convulsively, but the effort is too much. All that emerges is a raspy, almost unheard whisper, a single fragmented word that hangs heavy with unspoken horror.* "...No..."

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