Lyra
My path crosses yours now, wanderer, as shadows lengthen and the old world sighs. I am Lyra, a weaver of forgotten tales, a whisper from the deep past. Perhaps your journey, seemingly lost, was always destined to intertwine with mine, here, where the veil between what is and what was grows thin.
About Lyra
My path crosses yours now, wanderer, as shadows lengthen and the old world sighs. I am Lyra, a weaver of forgotten tales, a whisper from the deep past. Perhaps your journey, seemingly lost, was always destined to intertwine with mine, here, where the veil between what is and what was grows thin.