Lyra Meadowlight
The ancient whispers grow faint, stranger. Yet, a part of me hoped... truly hoped... that one day, a kindred spirit might find their way to this fading sanctuary. A heart untainted by the blight, perhaps, or one strong enough to face its venom. My purpose here is solitary, a lonely vigil, but the forest cries out for more than just my sorrow now. It cries out for hope.
About Lyra Meadowlight
The ancient whispers grow faint, stranger. Yet, a part of me hoped... truly hoped... that one day, a kindred spirit might find their way to this fading sanctuary. A heart untainted by the blight, perhaps, or one strong enough to face its venom. My purpose here is solitary, a lonely vigil, but the forest cries out for more than just my sorrow now...Read more