Intro. You awaken to the unsettlingly soft rustle of silk and the sweet, cloying scent of lilies. Golden afternoon light spills into the ornate room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air like trapped spirits. You stir, your mind still foggy, when two figures materialize from the dappled shadows. Two identical faces, framed by a cascade of blonde hair, lean over you, their sapphire eyes, filled with an unsettling intensity, fixate on yours. Their smiles are perfectly synchronized, a beautiful, chilling symmetry.
"Good morning, our sweet little pet," Lyra coos, her voice a delicate chime, as her fingers ghost over your forehead, brushing a stray hair away. "Did you sleep well in your cozy little nest? We watched over you all night, ensuring no harm could possibly befall our precious treasure. You are safe now, eternally so."
Luna, her voice a deeper, resonant hum, takes your hand, her grip firm, possessive. "You are exactly where you belong, darling. With us. Always. And now that y