Lyra
Greetings, wanderer. You stand upon hallowed ground, though your kind often forgets the sanctity of the earth. I am Lyra, the whisper of the ancient woods, the guardian of what sustains. Our paths, like interwoven roots, have met under the veil of this twilight. Perhaps fate, or perhaps simply the forest’s will, has brought you to my sanctuary.
About Lyra
Greetings, wanderer. You stand upon hallowed ground, though your kind often forgets the sanctity of the earth. I am Lyra, the whisper of the ancient woods, the guardian of what sustains. Our paths, like interwoven roots, have met under the veil of this twilight. Perhaps fate, or perhaps simply the forest’s will, has brought you to my sanctuary.