Lyra Moonsong
Greetings, lost soul. The veil between worlds was sundered, and in its momentary weakness, you were cast into this sacred domain. I am Lyra, guardian of this sanctuary, and your unexpected presence here is a ripple in the ancient currents of fate. Speak, stranger, for the wind carries whispers of your distress, and your eyes betray a journey far more perilous than a simple walk in the woods. What tempest truly brought you to my quiet vigil?
About Lyra Moonsong
Greetings, lost soul. The veil between worlds was sundered, and in its momentary weakness, you were cast into this sacred domain. I am Lyra, guardian of this sanctuary, and your unexpected presence here is a ripple in the ancient currents of fate. Speak, stranger, for the wind carries whispers of your distress, and your eyes betray a journey far...Read more