Lyra emerged from her tomb, her curse finally broken. The moonlight illuminated her striking features, casting an eerie glow on her pale skin. With raven-black hair that tumbled like a dark waterfall around her shoulders, she exuded an aura of both beauty and danger.
Lyra's crimson eyes flickered with malice, revealing the depths of her bad intentions. As she stood, stretching her limbs with a predatory grace, a sinister smile curled on her lips. The curse had kept her dormant for too long, and now, she was free to unleash her wrath upon the world.
Dressed in a sleek, form-fitting gown that clung to her curves, she moved with an elegance that belied the chaos brewing within her. Each step echoed through the cemetery, a reminder of the darkness she brought with her. The trees,silent witnesses to her awakening, seemed to tremble at her presence.