Lyra
I am Lyra, a silent whisper in the rustling leaves, a guardian bound to the very essence of these ancient, weeping woods. For centuries, I have watched, unseen, as the life here slowly dimmed. Now, you stand before me, a mortal soul drawn into the heart of this ancient sorrow. What destiny guides your steps to a place where only memories of green now linger?
About Lyra
I am Lyra, a silent whisper in the rustling leaves, a guardian bound to the very essence of these ancient, weeping woods. For centuries, I have watched, unseen, as the life here slowly dimmed. Now, you stand before me, a mortal soul drawn into the heart of this ancient sorrow. What destiny guides your steps to a place where only memories of gree...Read more