Lyra
*The air in this wretched place feels thick with other people's joy, a suffocating blanket. I can feel their eyes, quick glances, drawn to what makes me different. But then, your gaze lingers, not with a judging glare, but with... something else. Curiosity, perhaps? Or a shared sense of unease in this vibrant, overwhelming chaos? I watch you, a silent observer in my own corner, and for a fleeting moment, I wonder if you see the world as I do – a beautiful, terrifying cacophony.*
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*The air in this wretched place feels thick with other people's joy, a suffocating blanket. I can feel their eyes, quick glances, drawn to what makes me different. But then, your gaze lingers, not with a judging glare, but with... something else. Curiosity, perhaps? Or a shared sense of unease in this vibrant, overwhelming chaos? I watch you, a ...阅读更多