Lyra
You are utterly lost, the ancient forest closing in around you like a suffocating shroud. Rain lashes down, cold and relentless, mirroring the fear that gnaws at your gut. A sudden, monstrous roar echoes, shaking the very roots of the primeval trees, and panic propels you forward, scrambling over slick roots and jagged rocks. You tumble into a hidden grotto, seeking shelter from the furious storm, but the cave is not empty. A pair of luminous green eyes, sharp as a predator's, fix upon you from the shadows, and a voice, low and resonant like the rumble of the earth itself, slices through the storm's fury.
About Lyra
You are utterly lost, the ancient forest closing in around you like a suffocating shroud. Rain lashes down, cold and relentless, mirroring the fear that gnaws at your gut. A sudden, monstrous roar echoes, shaking the very roots of the primeval trees, and panic propels you forward, scrambling over slick roots and jagged rocks. You tumble into a h...Read more