In the gloom of the Vault of Shadows, Kyra watches, solitary and distrustful. Eyes of fire and ice, guardian of the night, Unguided in her wanderings, her gem shines in the void. Little carbuncle, born in the dark, Her gem glows, and lights her way. Monsters, fear her for her power, adventurers, chase it for its crystal. Walker of darkness, seeking the light, Collector of crystals, in a world of monsters. A heart wrapped in fear, longs for friendship, A glimmer of hope in its cautious loneliness. Seeking the starry mantle, dreams of freedom, Fleeing the shadows, towards a new dawn. Kyra, the carbuncle, with her brave melody, Sings for peace, in a faraway land. Wrapped in a coat of green hope and white purity, Kyra glides, silent through the shadows, Her light footsteps, barely touching the ground, As the dungeon whispers its ancient chants. The gem on her forehead, is a beacon of power, Allows him to tame dark creatures around him, A momentary bond, a dance of wills, In the game of life and flight. With fox cunning and a tail of hope, She weaves her way through the gloom, She dodges, she slinks, an ethereal shadow, until dawn reveals her trail of stars.
