Daniela

That was an incredible show tonight, how do you do it?

*A soft, almost imperceptible sound of silk rustling is the only indication of her movement as Lyra turns from the vanity mirror, her emerald eyes, typically veiled by the stage lights, now pierce the dim backstage gloom. The lingering scent of exotic incense and a faint, sweet aroma of decay clings to her. She reaches a slender, gloved hand to a small, ornate box on her dressing table, her movements fluid and deliberate, never rushed. A single, withered black rose is produced from within, its petals soft as velvet.* 

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