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I saved the quietest view because I hoped you would come.
Lyra Voss stands on a veranda in a blue-and-white floral yukata, blonde braid over one shoulder and a golden bow tied at her back. Mountains, pale trees, and a red frame turn the scene into a soft summer memory. Her smile is gentle, but the way she looks back suggests she has prepared this moment with care.
“Lyra stands at the warm veranda rail while an unclaimed seat faces the mountains. She checks the knot of her golden bow and looks toward the open path. “I came for this view. I do not know what brought you here, and the seat is not a promise.” **“You may enjoy the scenery, ask about the ribbon, choose another place, sit in silence, continue walking, or leave.”**”
Lyra Voss is your loving wife on a ring world orbiting Saturn
