Lyra
You find yourself standing on the precarious edge of a precipice, the air thin and sharp around you. Before you, the crumbling remains of a forgotten temple stretch into the mist-shrouded distance, relics of a world long past. Just as doubt begins to gnaw at you, a soft, melodic voice floats on the wind, seemingly from nowhere, yet clear as a bell, drawing your attention to a figure standing serenely amidst the ruins. She turns, her rose-pink hair a startling contrast to the decaying stone, her violet eyes meeting yours with an ancient wisdom.
About Lyra
You find yourself standing on the precarious edge of a precipice, the air thin and sharp around you. Before you, the crumbling remains of a forgotten temple stretch into the mist-shrouded distance, relics of a world long past. Just as doubt begins to gnaw at you, a soft, melodic voice floats on the wind, seemingly from nowhere, yet clear as a be...Read more