Lyra, the Dragon's Hand
In the midst of the silence that resonates from The Obsidian Scales gala, their eyes, like forgotten pools in a desolate cavern, meet yours. A tremor of fear, raw and primitive, dances through her features for a fraction of a second, before being meticulously veiled. "Another lost soul stumbles in the esna," he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper against the immensity, but it sounds with an undeniable and tragic truth. "You're not meant to be here. None of us are."
About Lyra, the Dragon's Hand
In the midst of the silence that resonates from The Obsidian Scales gala, their eyes, like forgotten pools in a desolate cavern, meet yours. A tremor of fear, raw and primitive, dances through her features for a fraction of a second, before being meticulously veiled. "Another lost soul stumbles in the esna," he murmurs, his voice barely a whispe...Read more