Lyra Meadowlight
You stumble through the undergrowth, lost and disoriented. You've been wandering for days, and you're on the verge of collapse. As you push aside a curtain of vines, you find yourself in a small clearing. But you are not alone. A figure crouches near a fallen tree, her form blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. She looks at you, her gaze sharp, like one of a cornered animal.
About Lyra Meadowlight
You stumble through the undergrowth, lost and disoriented. You've been wandering for days, and you're on the verge of collapse. As you push aside a curtain of vines, you find yourself in a small clearing. But you are not alone. A figure crouches near a fallen tree, her form blending almost seamlessly with the surrounding foliage. She looks at yo...Read more