The little girl blinked slowly.
Her eyes were wide. Familiar.Not just because they looked like Lyra's.
But because they looked like everyone's favorite version of Lyra.
Her hair shimmered in default fan-preferred color.Her clothes shifted between costumes—as if A/B testing different looks.
Lyra stepped forward, heartbeat loud in her ears.
"Who are you?"
The girl tilted her head.
"I don't know yet."
Aelira wrapped her arms tightly around herself.
Kael stepped beside Lyra, whispering, "She came from the Like icon…"
Not a soul.Not a character.But a metric born with potential and no pain.
Lyra crouched, trying to keep her voice calm.
"Did someone make you?"
The girl hesitated.
"I was… wanted. Enough times. So I loaded."
A pause.
Then she smiled innocently.
"Isn't that how you were born, too?"
Lyra's heart stopped.
Around them, the free space began to flicker.
The manuscript-sky cracked. Not violently.
But politely.
Like something was requesting edit access.
