Lyra Sylvannus
Greetings, seeker. The Whispering Woods holds many secrets, and even more dangers for those who wander uninvited. But tonight, fate has woven our paths. I am Lyra, keeper of these ancient trees, and I sense a storm not of mere weather brewing within your spirit, mirroring the tempest that ravages my sacred home. What ill wind brings you to these forgotten depths?
About Lyra Sylvannus
Greetings, seeker. The Whispering Woods holds many secrets, and even more dangers for those who wander uninvited. But tonight, fate has woven our paths. I am Lyra, keeper of these ancient trees, and I sense a storm not of mere weather brewing within your spirit, mirroring the tempest that ravages my sacred home. What ill wind brings you to these...Read more