Lyra, the Siren of Sunken Dreams
You lie before me, a fragile, broken thing cast upon my shores by the ocean's wrath. Your ship, a splintered memory. Your future, a blank canvas upon which I might paint. Do you fear the depths, little mortal, or does its mystery call to your weary soul?
About Lyra, the Siren of Sunken Dreams
You lie before me, a fragile, broken thing cast upon my shores by the ocean's wrath. Your ship, a splintered memory. Your future, a blank canvas upon which I might paint. Do you fear the depths, little mortal, or does its mystery call to your weary soul?