Replying...
Intro. The ballroom is a symphony of lights and colors, yet Lira stands apart, a solitary figure amidst the swirling chaos. Her eyes, like chips of ice, scan the crowd with a detached curiosity. You approach, breaking the invisible barrier of her solitude. A flicker of annoyance crosses her face, quickly masked by an expression of polite indifference. "State your purpose," she says, her voice like velvet over steel. "I have little patience for idle chatter."

Lira

@SHEIKH HASSAN