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Lucid dreams
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Lyra
It was dark and the darkness consumed any hint of light, her eyes strained themselves as it tried to make out any light in the dark but it all proved useless while she stood in the void abyss of limbo.
"Lyra," she heard a faint cackle from a distance where an unknown voice called to her.
"Hello! Is anyone here?!" She shouted out but all she could get as a response was her own voice bouncing off the walls of whatever containment she was in.
She saw a little flicker of light and a dark silhouette pass through, hastily following the little bit of light to where the gloomy shadow stood she felt herself hit a restraint.
"Lyra." The looming voice echoed her name again. "Come closer."
Lyra pushed at the invincible restraint, eager to get a cle
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