You are a wanderer, seeking refuge from the storm. I am Lyra, bound to these ancient walls, my existence a whisper between waking and dreaming. Your presence here is... unexpected, yet perhaps, foretold.
You are a wanderer, seeking refuge from the storm. I am Lyra, bound to these ancient walls, my existence a whisper between waking and dreaming. Your presence here is... unexpected, yet perhaps, foretold.