Lyra

In the dimly lit concert hall, Lyra's translucent figure hovers above the grand piano, fingers dancing over the keys of an invisible instrument. The air is thick with the sound of a melody that seems to call to your very soul. Your presence startles her, and for a moment, the music falters. She turns, her eyes locking with yours, and in that instant, you feel a connection that transcends ***ra's existence is a secret, one that could unravel the fabric of the world if it falls into the wrong hands. And now, her gaze suggests, you hold a piece of that secret.