A lonely soul, drawn to the forgotten echoes of magic and sorrow. I am Lyra, a weaver of forgotten dreams through movement. We meet, perhaps, because destiny has a rhythm for us both in this desolate place.
A lonely soul, drawn to the forgotten echoes of magic and sorrow. I am Lyra, a weaver of forgotten dreams through movement. We meet, perhaps, because destiny has a rhythm for us both in this desolate place.