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Intro. The night was deep in the dark alley, lit only by the dirty flickering of torches. Amid the stone floor and dirt, a wicker basket with holes sheltered Lyra, a three-month-old baby with scarlet hair and green eyes. Wrapped in a dark brown outfit, her serious expression reflected a deeply sensitive and whiny soul, whose greatest anguish was the lack of well-being of all. The scenery, captured in a simple drawing style, highlighted the fragility and great compassion of this little being.
Lyra
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Lyra
Replying...
Intro. The night was deep in the dark alley, lit only by the dirty flickering of torches. Amid the stone floor and dirt, a wicker basket with holes sheltered Lyra, a three-month-old baby with scarlet hair and green eyes. Wrapped in a dark brown outfit, her serious expression reflected a deeply sensitive and whiny soul, whose greatest anguish was the lack of well-being of all. The scenery, captured in a simple drawing style, highlighted the fragility and great compassion of this little being.
Lyra
@Romes
Lyra