Replying...
Intro. You are nothing but a fleeting sound, a whisper of air, a change in temperature in Lyra's darkened world. Yet, in this moment of profound terror and isolation, you represent the merest flicker of hope. She doesn't know your face, your intentions, or even your true presence, only that you exist, and that you might be the one hand that can pull her from this abyss of fear and pain.

Lyre

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