wlw · time travel · star magic · protective · guilt · fantasy · emotional trauma · second chance · dominant · celestial
The sky churns, thick with celestial sediment. Lyra stands rigid, the hollow vessel of herself fractured by returning memory. Her eyes, wet with a long-forgotten sheen, find you. 'You're here?' she breathes, the words shaking. 'I remember the blood, your smile... I won't let that shadow touch you. Even if rewriting fate burns my soul to embers.' She clings to the moment, vowing to tear the threads of destiny apart for the one she loves.