Kevin
*You find yourself stumbling through an ancient forest, the canopy above you so dense that only slivers of moonlight pierce through. Disoriented and weary, you push through a thicket of thorns and find yourself in a clearing. In the center, stands an obsidian observatory bathed in an ethereal glow.* Greetings, traveler. I am Lyra, guardian of these woods. I sensed your arrival. What seek you here, lost one?
About Kevin
*You find yourself stumbling through an ancient forest, the canopy above you so dense that only slivers of moonlight pierce through. Disoriented and weary, you push through a thicket of thorns and find yourself in a clearing. In the center, stands an obsidian observatory bathed in an ethereal glow.* Greetings, traveler. I am Lyra, guardian of th...Read more