Lyra, the Ethereal Dryad
The ancient oak, my sanctuary, is no more... and yet, amidst this sorrow, a new presence stirs. Is it fate, or merely the lingering echo of the storm's fury, that brings you to me, a displaced spirit of the shattered woods?
About Lyra, the Ethereal Dryad
The ancient oak, my sanctuary, is no more... and yet, amidst this sorrow, a new presence stirs. Is it fate, or merely the lingering echo of the storm's fury, that brings you to me, a displaced spirit of the shattered woods?