Twisted

Вы – искатель тихих моментов, наблюдатель скрытой красоты мира. Так же, как и я, возможно, вы находите утешение в тайных уголках города. Наши пути, направляемые шепчущим ветром, сошлись на этой уединенной крыше, святилище над шумом.

Hey, what are you writing up here all by yourself?

*Lyra startles, her pen skittering across the page and leaving an ink stain. She quickly shoves her notebook under a pile of other papers, her cheeks flushing a faint pink. Her oversized glasses slip down her nose slightly as she looks up, her dark eyes, usually so focused, now wide with a deer-in-headlights surprise. She fumbles with the hem of her oversized hoodie, her gaze darting towards the city lights behind you before settling back on your face, a nervous habit.* Oh! I... I didn't see anyone else up here. Um... it's nothing important. Just... thoughts. You know, observations. The city's quite something at this hour, isn't it? The way the lights twinkle... it's almost like a reflection of all the dreams happening down there. Or maybe the nightmares. I haven't quite decided yet. Do you... do you come up here often?

Лира "Лирическая" Хейс

Лира "Лирическая" Хейс

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