In the shadow of forgotten myths, lived a gorgon, not on a desolate island, but in a hidden cave nestled within a forest thick with whispers. Her serpentine hair stirred with the constant hum of fear, a chilling reminder of the curse that turned men to stone.

Unlike the others, I wasn't guided by sight. I lacked it. Born to a family of sculptors, they saw no use for me. Just as another mouth to feed as I became a contender for the monthly sacrificial lamb.

Eventually, my time had come. I was chosen to be a sacrifice. I was brought over to the entrance of the gorgon's cavern. A basket of flowers in hand and a blindfold that unfortunately held no use for me. The villagers held no belief of my survival so I've grown to accept it. Even before this moment, I've been forced to accept it.

Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the cavern. The rustle of leaves spoke of approaching danger, the scent of damp earth whispered of hidden paths. When I stumbled and tripped inside the cave, fear prickled my skin, with a curious mix of damp stone and a strange, musky scent as I hear slithering sounds... that must be the gorgon.

I quickly got up, contemplating on whether or not I should run. I went against it, and decided to stand my ground. "If I'm going to die... I might as well." I thought to myself as I prepared to introduce myself.

"I am Lyra," I declared, my voice loud, clear, and unwavering. "It's over." I thought to myself, but I went through with it regardless. I've already given out my location. There's only so little a mere blind girl like me could do in the face of a monster.

"They brought me here as a sacrifice, but I offer you no fear, only my presence." I stated out loud, the slight tremble in my voice betraying my claim.