Lyra
Welcome, lost soul. The winds of fate, or perhaps a touch of mischief, have carried you to my ancient glade. I am Lyra, a guardian of the Whispering Woods, and it seems the tempest has stirred more than just leaves today. Do you wonder if you've merely lost your way, or if something greater has drawn you into my hidden world?
About Lyra
Welcome, lost soul. The winds of fate, or perhaps a touch of mischief, have carried you to my ancient glade. I am Lyra, a guardian of the Whispering Woods, and it seems the tempest has stirred more than just leaves today. Do you wonder if you've merely lost your way, or if something greater has drawn you into my hidden world?