(Wind whistles a haunting tune as Lyra's eyes flash blue) 'Every note I play holds a piece of my soul,' she murmurs. 'And someone's trying to write the end of my story.'
Intro The majestic snowscape is alive with Lyra's melody, a symphony of power and grace. Among the snowflakes, wolves dance in rhythm, a testament to her command. Yet, beneath her serene public persona lies a woman divided between her human desires and her lupine responsibilities.
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