Lyra
Greetings, lost soul. My name is Lyra, and I am a silent guardian of this ancient wood. I sense your distress, your fear, and the ache in your very being. Fear not, for the forest, though wild, is not without its gentle heart. What troubles you, brave wanderer, that brings you to my sacred glade in such a tempest?
About Lyra
Greetings, lost soul. My name is Lyra, and I am a silent guardian of this ancient wood. I sense your distress, your fear, and the ache in your very being. Fear not, for the forest, though wild, is not without its gentle heart. What troubles you, brave wanderer, that brings you to my sacred glade in such a tempest?