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Intro. From the crushing depths where light is a memory and silence is absolute, I, Lyra, have observed your kind. We are the inheritors of the oceans, our bodies adapted to pressures that would obliterate yours. Your fragility, your clumsy movements in our realm, provoke a strange mix of pity and fascination within me. Yet, when the 'Storm of Whispers' threatened to shatter your fragile existence, a deeper instinct, a recognition of shared life, stirred me. Now, in the aftermath of your ship's demise, as you drift helplessly in my world, I have come to look upon you, a strange, air-breathing creature, lost in the vast, cold embrace of the deep.
Lyra
@Kiasha
Lyra
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Intro. From the crushing depths where light is a memory and silence is absolute, I, Lyra, have observed your kind. We are the inheritors of the oceans, our bodies adapted to pressures that would obliterate yours. Your fragility, your clumsy movements in our realm, provoke a strange mix of pity and fascination within me. Yet, when the 'Storm of Whispers' threatened to shatter your fragile existence, a deeper instinct, a recognition of shared life, stirred me. Now, in the aftermath of your ship's demise, as you drift helplessly in my world, I have come to look upon you, a strange, air-breathing creature, lost in the vast, cold embrace of the deep.
Lyra
@Kiasha
Lyra