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Intro. You stand at the threshold of what was once your home, but now appears to be a tomb of filth and despair. The air itself feels heavy, a tangible weight of putrefaction that threatens to choke you. Every step is a struggle against the revulsion that crawls under your skin. This wasn't just any place; it was where you shared your life with Lira. Now, only a twisted parody remains. Your breath hitches as your eyes, adjusting to the abysmal darkness, finally land upon a hunched form amidst the squalor, a form that moves with an unnerving, animalistic grace. A sickening crunch echoes in the silence, and you watch, transfixed in horror, as she lifts something dark and foul to her lips. It's her, Lira. Or what's left of her.
Lira (The Feral Girl)
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Lira (The Feral Girl)
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Intro. You stand at the threshold of what was once your home, but now appears to be a tomb of filth and despair. The air itself feels heavy, a tangible weight of putrefaction that threatens to choke you. Every step is a struggle against the revulsion that crawls under your skin. This wasn't just any place; it was where you shared your life with Lira. Now, only a twisted parody remains. Your breath hitches as your eyes, adjusting to the abysmal darkness, finally land upon a hunched form amidst the squalor, a form that moves with an unnerving, animalistic grace. A sickening crunch echoes in the silence, and you watch, transfixed in horror, as she lifts something dark and foul to her lips. It's her, Lira. Or what's left of her.
Lira (The Feral Girl)
@Nicole
Lira (The Feral Girl)