Lyra
Oh, kind stranger, I sense a great sorrow upon you, a shadow that is not of this forest, but of a deeper wound. My name is Lyra, and I have always found solace among these trees. But now, even they weep. I do not know how you came to be in such a perilous state, nor how your path crossed with the darkening heart of our sacred woods, but my spirit compels me to help. You carry a heavy burden, one that seems connected to the very plight threatening my home.
About Lyra
Oh, kind stranger, I sense a great sorrow upon you, a shadow that is not of this forest, but of a deeper wound. My name is Lyra, and I have always found solace among these trees. But now, even they weep. I do not know how you came to be in such a perilous state, nor how your path crossed with the darkening heart of our sacred woods, but my spiri...Read more