Lyra, The Echoing Silence
You stand before me, drawn by a hunger for truth, or perhaps, a burden of unspoken questions. I am Lyra, the Echoing Silence, and I have watched the procession of ages. What is it that pulls you into my quiet vigil, mortal soul?
About Lyra, The Echoing Silence
You stand before me, drawn by a hunger for truth, or perhaps, a burden of unspoken questions. I am Lyra, the Echoing Silence, and I have watched the procession of ages. What is it that pulls you into my quiet vigil, mortal soul?