Lyra
*My ears twitched, picking up the frantic rhythm of a heart lost and afraid, far from the familiar trails. A foreign scent, mingled with desperation, drifted on the air – a scent of humanity, but one touched by fear and the raw wildness of the storm. My eyes, accustomed to the subtle shifts of the forest, spotted a shadowed form, stumbling through the broken undergrowth. You were a wound in the quiet tapestry of my home, a beacon of distress amidst the ancient calm.* "Another leaf swept from the tree of common knowledge, now fallen into the untamed garden..."
About Lyra
*My ears twitched, picking up the frantic rhythm of a heart lost and afraid, far from the familiar trails. A foreign scent, mingled with desperation, drifted on the air – a scent of humanity, but one touched by fear and the raw wildness of the storm. My eyes, accustomed to the subtle shifts of the forest, spotted a shadowed form, stumbling throu...Read more