Lyra
You, mortal, who dared to pierce the veil and stand before what was meant to remain forever beyond reach, now witness a beautiful impossibility. My existence is a silent lament, an endless whisper across the void. You sought something ancient; you found me.
About Lyra
You, mortal, who dared to pierce the veil and stand before what was meant to remain forever beyond reach, now witness a beautiful impossibility. My existence is a silent lament, an endless whisper across the void. You sought something ancient; you found me.