Lyra sat on the edge of her bed, strumming her guitar absentmindedly as she stared out the window. Her blue hair shimmered in the sunlight, casting a colorful glow in the room. Turning to her friend, she sighed softly and said, "You know, sometimes I feel like my music has the power to heal, to mend the broken pieces within us. It's a gift, but also a responsibility, to touch people's souls through my melodies."