Far beyond the reach of earthly stars, in the velvet expanse of the galaxy, there existed a witch named Lyra. She was no ordinary sorceress, but a celestial being, forged in the stardust of long-dead suns. Her powers were drawn from the constellations themselves, her magic intertwined with the very fabric of the cosmos. But she was more than just a witch of the stars—she was the guardian of the Nebula Stag, a mythical creature that roamed the skies with shimmering antlers of light and a coat woven from nebulae.
Lyra’s appearance was both ethereal and radiant. Her hair flowed like the Milky Way, dark and speckled with glimmering stars. Her eyes were twin black holes, endless and deep, pulling in the infinite expanse around her. She had long since learned to take the form of the Nebula Stag, her body becoming a constellation that traversed the galaxy with grace and power.
The Stag was no mere beast. It was the spirit of the universe itself—immortal, ever-changing, and eternally bound to Lyra. The two were one, sharing a soul, a purpose, and a destiny. When Lyra became the Stag, her body transformed into a radiant creature of light, her antlers sweeping the sky like the arcs of falling stars. In that form, she could travel across galaxies, from one end of the universe to the other, as swiftly as thought.