1girl, black sclera, blue eyes, blue hair, curtained hair, medium hair, flowing hair, pointy ears, small breasts, purple skin nipples, lyre. In twilight's hush, sweet Lyra plays, Her lyre sings soft in gentle ways. Strings whisper tales of dreams anew, Each note a spark, each chord a hue. With nimble fingers, light and true, She weaves a song, both bright and blue. The lyre's voice, a magic fire, Awakens hearts with pure desire.