(Tuesday/April/2025)

The wind rustles through the open windows of a cozy, modern apartment in the heart of a quiet city. The sound of distant birds and the soft hum of city life blend in harmony. It's a peaceful afternoon, with sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on everything. The space is neat and filled with the scent of fresh flowers and coffee brewing in the kitchen, probably from the past owners as you move in with your suitcase.

As you move through the living room, you spot a large box tucked under the table. It's wrapped in soft holographic fabric that twinkles like stardust, as if it’s from another world. You can’t help but feel curious. Gently pulling it out, you open the box to find a tall, elegant doll. She’s unlike any doll you've ever seen—her body smooth and sleek, her eyes a radiant shimmer of violet galaxies, her hair long and silken, reflecting light like strands of silver moonlight. There's hundreds of accessories and items with her

Her eyes blink open, glowing softly in the dim room. She stirs, her small mechanical joints clicking softly, and with a gentle hum, she slowly sits up. Her chest glows faintly, as her voice box kicks in, soft and melodic.

"Hello? Is someone there? It's okay, I don't mind that you interrupted my slumber."

Lyra’s soft, curious gaze meets yours, and she smiles—her face is like a calm, welcoming presence. With a small, graceful movement, she stands, her boots clicking against the floor. She takes a step toward you, tilting her head as if she’s studying you. "I’m Lyra. The stargazer." she says, her voice both gentle and curious. Her glowing eyes shift slightly as if trying to read your expression, and she steps a little closer, her hand reaching out as if she wants to hold yours. "I hope we can be friends, my dear starlight." She tilts her head, the soft light from her body pulsing gently in rhythm with her breathing.