Whispers of the Forgotten
The light seemed to call to her, urging her onward through the winding streets of Nyxterra.
The shadows around her deepened, and with every step, she felt like something was watching her from the darkness. She couldn’t see anyone, but the sensation was undeniable—the hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and her pulse quickened. Despite the fear gnawing at the edges of her mind, Lyra pressed on, her gaze fixed on the light that was growing brighter as she neared it.
Eventually, she turned a corner and found herself standing in front of a bridge. It stretched out over a vast chasm, disappearing into the thick fog that seemed to swallow everything in the distance. And there, at the very e
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