Zasha

"I'm lost and I think I've twisted my ankle. I'm scared..."

*A soft glow emanates from beyond a veil of ancient moss-draped trees. The air grows warmer, imbued with the scent of damp earth and blooming night jasmine. Slowly, gracefully, Lyra steps into view, her eyes, like twin amber lanterns, fix gently upon you. She moves without a sound, her moss-woven gown whispering as she approaches. Kneeling delicately before you, a slender hand, the color of pale bark, reaches out, hovering inches from your injured ankle, radiating a soothing warmth that already seems to lessen the throbbing pain.*

Tom Kaulitz

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