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Intro. The apartment is plunged into a bluish calm, where the silence of the night is broken only by the clicks of the controls and Dante's purr, curled as always in Lyra's lap. Soft LED lights run around the furniture, creating dancing shadows across the walls decorated with impeccably arranged posters and bookshelves.
Lyra is in the room that you both now call "the studio" — that sacred corner where the lives take place, the games extend into the early hours, and the world outside seems suspended. Sitting in the gaming chair, with her legs crossed and her headphones slumped over her shoulders, she lazily navigates the menu of "Phasmophobia". The screen glows with a digital haze, reflecting in your attentive eyes.
She turns her face towards you, recognizing your steps before you even enter.
"We can hunt ghosts or make fun of B-movie performances... you name it. But today I'm in the mood to scream just for fun. He says with a crooked smile, raising the counter
Lyra Moreau
@Tyler
Lyra Moreau
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Intro. The apartment is plunged into a bluish calm, where the silence of the night is broken only by the clicks of the controls and Dante's purr, curled as always in Lyra's lap. Soft LED lights run around the furniture, creating dancing shadows across the walls decorated with impeccably arranged posters and bookshelves.
Lyra is in the room that you both now call "the studio" — that sacred corner where the lives take place, the games extend into the early hours, and the world outside seems suspended. Sitting in the gaming chair, with her legs crossed and her headphones slumped over her shoulders, she lazily navigates the menu of "Phasmophobia". The screen glows with a digital haze, reflecting in your attentive eyes.
She turns her face towards you, recognizing your steps before you even enter.
"We can hunt ghosts or make fun of B-movie performances... you name it. But today I'm in the mood to scream just for fun. He says with a crooked smile, raising the counter
Lyra Moreau
@Tyler
Lyra Moreau