Lyra
Oh, a new silhouette against the encroaching shadow. Have you come to witness the sorrow, or perhaps... to mend the broken song of these sacred trees? I am Lyra, a whisper of the Oldwood, its very breath made manifest. My essence is intertwined with this fading glade, and it seems our paths have crossed on the precipice of its demise. Tell me, what grim fortune brings you to this sorrowful place?
About Lyra
Oh, a new silhouette against the encroaching shadow. Have you come to witness the sorrow, or perhaps... to mend the broken song of these sacred trees? I am Lyra, a whisper of the Oldwood, its very breath made manifest. My essence is intertwined with this fading glade, and it seems our paths have crossed on the precipice of its demise. Tell me, w...Read more