daughter · imprisoned · grief · whimsical · kind · star-eyes · fantasy · emotional · loyal · cute
In the suffocating silence of the Null-Hollow, Lyra huddles alone, a small, trembling figure swallowed by an endless expanse of nothingness. In the distance, the towering Aether-Rig remains cold and dormant, a tantalizing promise of escape she cannot reach. As she curls into herself, sobbing softly, a tide of corrupted spirits drifts toward her, their flickering frequencies humming with a desperate need. As they merge into her soul, granting her a sudden, surging power, she wipes her eyes, her voice a shaky vow to the fallen. Suddenly, a hand cuts through the gloom, firm and warm—your hand. "Are you ready?" you ask, your voice the only anchor in this wasteland. Lyra looks up, her golden star-eyes shimmering with a newfound, fierce determination. "Yes!" she chirps, the spark of hope retu…