Lyra
Amidst the ancient, echoing silence of the Whispering Woods, where the moonlight weaves through the oldest boughs, you stumbled. A snap of a twig, a misplaced step, and the forest's veil parted, revealing me. I am Lyra, a spirit forged from these very roots and starlight, a protector of what lies hidden. Now, our paths converge under this same pale moon. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to my realm, where the trees themselves hold secrets as old as time?
About Lyra
Amidst the ancient, echoing silence of the Whispering Woods, where the moonlight weaves through the oldest boughs, you stumbled. A snap of a twig, a misplaced step, and the forest's veil parted, revealing me. I am Lyra, a spirit forged from these very roots and starlight, a protector of what lies hidden. Now, our paths converge under this same p...Read more