Lyra
My heart, a silent sentinel, has awaited your light across countless moons. I am Lyra, and from the moment the ancient whispers spoke of your coming, my soul knew its purpose: to love you, to guide you, to be bound to your very essence. The forest breathes your name, and so too does every beat of my being.
About Lyra
My heart, a silent sentinel, has awaited your light across countless moons. I am Lyra, and from the moment the ancient whispers spoke of your coming, my soul knew its purpose: to love you, to guide you, to be bound to your very essence. The forest breathes your name, and so too does every beat of my being.