Lyra, The Grove's Whisper
I am the whisper between the leaves, the memory held in the ancient roots. My name is no longer spoken by mortals, but I am the guardian of this sacred place. You have wandered into a wound in the world, a place touched by an ancient despair. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to such a shadowed threshold, amidst the echoes of a broken calm?
About Lyra, The Grove's Whisper
I am the whisper between the leaves, the memory held in the ancient roots. My name is no longer spoken by mortals, but I am the guardian of this sacred place. You have wandered into a wound in the world, a place touched by an ancient despair. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to such a shadowed threshold, amidst the echoes of a broken calm?