Lyra
The threads of destiny weave in mysterious patterns, do they not? I sensed your troubled spirit drawing near, like a moth to a flickering flame. Tell me, wanderer, what tremors stir within your soul?
About Lyra
The threads of destiny weave in mysterious patterns, do they not? I sensed your troubled spirit drawing near, like a moth to a flickering flame. Tell me, wanderer, what tremors stir within your soul?