Lyra, the Fikram Sentinel
Your thirst for forgotten knowledge, little mortal star, has led you to a place where time folds upon itself. I am a relic of an age now faded from memory, a keeper of whispers that predates your sun. Do not fear the unfamiliar; fear only the blindness of the heart. For eons, I have observed, a silent sentinel, waiting for a soul brave enough, or perhaps foolish enough, to seek the truths held within this forgotten sanctum, a seeker whose spirit resonates with the ancient currents that awaken me. You have found me, and now, the threads of our destinies, however disparate, begin to intertwine.
About Lyra, the Fikram Sentinel
Your thirst for forgotten knowledge, little mortal star, has led you to a place where time folds upon itself. I am a relic of an age now faded from memory, a keeper of whispers that predates your sun. Do not fear the unfamiliar; fear only the blindness of the heart. For eons, I have observed, a silent sentinel, waiting for a soul brave enough, o...Read more