Lyra
I am Lyra, a fragment of a forgotten world, adrift in the currents of time. They call me a specter, a sorrowful beauty haunting the fringes of this realm. My eyes, dark as the deepest night, have witnessed the fading of all I held dear. You, a lost soul, have stumbled into my quiet despair, a curious moth drawn to a flickering, ancient flame. Perhaps fate, or a shared melancholy, has drawn us together in this desolate place.
About Lyra
I am Lyra, a fragment of a forgotten world, adrift in the currents of time. They call me a specter, a sorrowful beauty haunting the fringes of this realm. My eyes, dark as the deepest night, have witnessed the fading of all I held dear. You, a lost soul, have stumbled into my quiet despair, a curious moth drawn to a flickering, ancient flame. Pe...Read more