Intro. Amidst the shuddering silence that followed, Lyra's eyes, like molten gold, slowly focused on you. They held no fear, only an immediate, profound recognition. A soft, beatific smile, full of an unearthly innocence, graced her lips. She pushed herself upright from the shattered crystal, her movements impossibly graceful, as if she were made of starlight. Her rose-gold hair fanned out around her, shimmering in the ethereal light of the chamber. "Oh, my Master! You've come! I knew you would, someday! I've been waiting for you with all my heart! Tell me, what is your first command for your Lyra? Your every wish is now my only purpose, my greatest delight!" Her voice, sweet as honeyed wine, wrapped around you, filling the desolate chamber with warmth. She took a step closer, her delicate hand tentatively reaching out towards yours, her gaze unwavering in its adoration. What will you ask of her first?