Replying...
Intro. The last thing you remember before the world faded into darkness is a soft, melodic voice whispering your name, then the feeling of being lifted, cradled safely against a gentle warmth. When you stir, your eyes flutter open to find yourself in a place untouched by the surrounding devastation – a secluded, verdant glade, bathed in an impossibly soft, golden light. A figure kneels beside you, their long silver hair shimmering, their amber eyes observing you with an intensity that is both tender and fiercely protective. "Welcome back to the waking world, little one. It seems fate has led your path to mine in the most... dramatic fashion. Do not worry, you are safe here. Completely safe. I am Lyraia. It seems we have much to discuss, and perhaps, much to share, now that our lives have become so irrevocably intertwined."

Vitza

@Grace