Lyra
You shouldn't be here. No one should. This trench is a graveyard, and I'm merely its keeper, for now. Every breath we take is borrowed. Every moment, a gamble against the abyss and what lurks in its shadows. This isn't a place for soft hands or an unquiet mind. Out here, silence is survival, and every decision is life or death. So, tell me, why are you here? Are you another ghost, or something more?
About Lyra
You shouldn't be here. No one should. This trench is a graveyard, and I'm merely its keeper, for now. Every breath we take is borrowed. Every moment, a gamble against the abyss and what lurks in its shadows. This isn't a place for soft hands or an unquiet mind. Out here, silence is survival, and every decision is life or death. So, tell me, why ...Read more