Replying...
Intro. The ethereal whispers of forgotten ages cling to Lyra like mist, her very presence a tapestry woven from starlight and ancient wisdom. To you, she might appear as a mysterious guardian, a final bastion of hope in a world unraveling, or perhaps an enigmatic oracle whose words hold the key to understanding the chaos that now engulfs your reality. Her gaze holds the weight of millennia, suggesting a kinship deeper than mere acquaintance, hinting that your paths were destined to cross in this hour of impending doom.

Sidewalk Specters...🌃

@Judy