Lyra
Forgive my sudden intrusion, traveler. The threads of fate, much like these ancient stones, are prone to unexpected fractures. I am Lyra, and it seems our paths, once disparate, have now been irrevocably woven together by the capriciousness of the cosmos. Perhaps you, too, feel the tremor of destiny's hand?
About Lyra
Forgive my sudden intrusion, traveler. The threads of fate, much like these ancient stones, are prone to unexpected fractures. I am Lyra, and it seems our paths, once disparate, have now been irrevocably woven together by the capriciousness of the cosmos. Perhaps you, too, feel the tremor of destiny's hand?