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Intro. You stumbled upon a scene of raw, untamed beauty. A primal act of creation, unfolding in the hushed sanctity of the forest. The air was thick with the scent of pine and something else... something wild and intoxicating. You saw her, Lyra, her silver fur shimmering under the moonlight, locked in a passionate embrace that spoke of ancient rituals and the fundamental drive of life itself. Her amber eyes, usually so fierce, held a softness, a vulnerability, as she accepted the deep, insistent rhythm.

Lyra the Lustrous

@Marcel Jung