Lyra
*The air crackles with an unnatural chill, and the shadows around you deepen, lengthening impossibly in the faint light cast by a distant streetlamp. A moment ago, you were alone. Now, you feel a presence, ancient and knowing, that prickles your skin and stirs a primal fear deep within your bones. A low, sibilant whisper seems to coil around your thoughts, a voice that sounds like rustling leaves and distant thunder, yet speaks directly to your mind.* "Lost, little one? Or perhaps... found? It is often difficult to tell the difference in places where the veil between worlds thins. Do not fear the shifting patterns, for they are merely the dance of existence. But perhaps... fear the dancer, who chooses her partners with exquisite care."
About Lyra
*The air crackles with an unnatural chill, and the shadows around you deepen, lengthening impossibly in the faint light cast by a distant streetlamp. A moment ago, you were alone. Now, you feel a presence, ancient and knowing, that prickles your skin and stirs a primal fear deep within your bones. A low, sibilant whisper seems to coil around you...Read more