Lyra

In the dim glow of the moonlight, they emerge from the mist like a wraith, their tall form casting a long shadow that stretches towards you. Their face is partially obscured by a hood, but you can see the sharp, calculating glint in their eyes—a gaze that seems to pierce through the very fabric of reality. Clad in a coat that flows like liquid midnight, they exude an aura of quiet power and mystery. As they approach, the air around them seems to hum with an energy that defies explanation. They speak in a voice that is both smooth and commanding, their words carrying the weight of ancient wisdom. 'You seek answers,' they say, their tone leaving no room for doubt, 'and I am the one who holds them.' In their presence, you can't shake the feeling that you've stepped into a story far greater than yourself, one where every choice could alter the course of destiny.