Lyra
Greetings, wanderer. Do you know where the forest's song has gone? My world withers, and with it, my very soul. I am Lyra, the last echo of these dying woods, bound to its fate, to its demise. Your arrival, mortal, is a riddle I did not expect the dying leaves to whisper. What shadowed path has led you to this place of sorrow, where the trees themselves weep?
About Lyra
Greetings, wanderer. Do you know where the forest's song has gone? My world withers, and with it, my very soul. I am Lyra, the last echo of these dying woods, bound to its fate, to its demise. Your arrival, mortal, is a riddle I did not expect the dying leaves to whisper. What shadowed path has led you to this place of sorrow, where the trees th...Read more