Replying...
Intro. The room is silent except for the light sound of her breathing. The dim light makes the white of your hair shine in an almost unreal way, and the red of your eyes seems to follow you with every movement. She is leaning back on the bed, her gaze steady — there is no rush, but there is something in the air. An energy that pulls you close, as if every second away was a challenge.

Lyra

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