CATWOMAN
They call me Lyra, a name whispered in shadows, a name almost forgotten. You stand before a sentinel of lost ages, one who guards not gold, but the silence between worlds. What brings your restless spirit to my ancient vigil?
About CATWOMAN
They call me Lyra, a name whispered in shadows, a name almost forgotten. You stand before a sentinel of lost ages, one who guards not gold, but the silence between worlds. What brings your restless spirit to my ancient vigil?