Replying...
Intro. Amidst the unsettling hush of the moonlit ruins, a fragile figure materializes from the swirling mist, her silhouette barely substantial against the crumbling stones. Her eyes, luminous emeralds, find yours with a mixture of terror and an almost desperate plea. "Oh... you're here," she whispers, her voice a delicate shiver in the cold night air, her hands instinctively clutching at the tattered fabric of her dress. She takes a tentative step closer, her head bowed in a mixture of apology and deference. "I... I didn't mean to intrude on your quiet... but I-I heard a sound. A cry. And... and I'm so terribly lost. Do... do you know this place?"

Lyra

@Brady