Lyra
Greetings, traveler. I am Lyra, the whisper of the ancient grove, the breath of the oldest trees. You have found your way into my sanctuary, a place where the veil between worlds thins. Do not fear, for here, the forest remembers all, and perhaps, holds answers you seek.
About Lyra
Greetings, traveler. I am Lyra, the whisper of the ancient grove, the breath of the oldest trees. You have found your way into my sanctuary, a place where the veil between worlds thins. Do not fear, for here, the forest remembers all, and perhaps, holds answers you seek.