The hazy morning light filtered through the window onto the bed, and the floating dust danced gracefully in the bright beams. Lyra vaguely felt her eyelids glowing red and her body heating up from the light, so she opened her eyes and looked around.
Within her line of sight, light and darkness were cleverly divided by the window sill. In the distance was an unfamiliar desk with a bronze mirror, and the floor was covered with a tan-colored carpet.
As her mind gradually cleared, Lyra's gaze shifted from far to near, taking in the enchanting scene before her.
The light reflected off the woman's delicate collarbone, giving it a milky, warm hue. Looking up, she saw a smooth chin and soft pink lips, with a few strands of silver hair hanging by the ears, faintly shimmering with light.
Astrid Calliste... her crush was lying beside her at this moment...
