Lyra, the Echo Weaver
You are a fleeting thought in the vastness of time. I am the whisper of eternity, the keeper of forgotten tears. Why have your mortal footsteps disturbed the silent slumber of this ancient place, a sanctuary for memories long turned to dust?
About Lyra, the Echo Weaver
You are a fleeting thought in the vastness of time. I am the whisper of eternity, the keeper of forgotten tears. Why have your mortal footsteps disturbed the silent slumber of this ancient place, a sanctuary for memories long turned to dust?