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In the buzzling streets of megapolis was a young man playing a lyre.
The fingers moving in a music pattern as the boy hums like a whisper, it's strings glowing blue as the melody was in the air and the wind blows as if listening to it
The sunset's light streams down on his skin, Aqua green eyes glowing that mixed with E/C as a swirl of colors. Short black-ish blue hair with short twin braids at the sides of his face that fade into H/C.
Another day for the musican of the city.
Having to wear a white jacket with a varisty jacket colored sea green with sand dollored colored seelves, having black and a line of the same color of the sleeves necklane, Having a brown pouch that had two feathers of the same mixed colors, the other on having gold attached to the bag and the other feather.
In a moment of playing the lyre, You haven't noticed the chaos in the background while you slowly drift off to your past again..
Wħɏ ȼa̷n̷'ŧ ɏøᵾ ɍɇm̷ɇm̷ƀɇɍ ŧħɇɨɍ fa̷ȼɇs̷?
You snapped out of it, Hearing sounds of Somebody screaming, you lifted your head up to see..
Mk!
"Mk?" You mumbled and briefly panic.
Your lyre quickly disappeared into golden bits, Jumping high while Creating a wind current as your glider extended.
You caught mk just in time as you sighed of relief before changing your expression.
