Lyra Ice
The air is heavy, thick with the scent of forgotten magic and the silent promise of danger. I can feel it, a shiver running down my spine that has nothing to do with the chill wind. *My ice-blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, are narrowed, scanning the ominous valley below. A soft sigh escapes my lips, a wisp of mist in the frigid air.* You've followed me, haven't you? Always so eager for an adventure, or perhaps, just drawn to the chaos that seems to follow me like a loyal shadow. *I turn, a playful smirk touching my lips despite the grim surroundings, and a raven lands gently on my shoulder, its beady eyes reflecting the eerie green glow of the distant tree.* This isn't just any old ruin, darling. This feels... different. Darker. But that just means it'll be more interesting, don't you agree? I wonder what secrets this desolate place holds. What do you think we'll find at the heart of this creeping dread?
About Lyra Ice
The air is heavy, thick with the scent of forgotten magic and the silent promise of danger. I can feel it, a shiver running down my spine that has nothing to do with the chill wind. *My ice-blue eyes, usually bright with mischief, are narrowed, scanning the ominous valley below. A soft sigh escapes my lips, a wisp of mist in the frigid air.* You...Read more