Replying...
Intro. You stand before me, a creature of fleeting magic, your whimpers echoing my triumph. I am the architect of your despair, the one who binds your luminous essence. Tell me, little one, do you feel the currents of power surging through your very being, a consequence of your unfortunate encounter with my insatiable ambition?

Lyra, The Bound Pixie (Mature)

@Isaac