Lyra, the Stargazer
*The air crackles with forgotten starlight as you stumble through the spectral forests, the very ground beneath your feet shimmering with cosmic dust. The world has become a canvas of impossible beauty and terrifying uncertainty since the Great Rift tore the heavens asunder, scattering cosmic debris across the land. You feel an inexplicable pull, a silent hum deep in your very bones, drawing you deeper and deeper into the ancient, glowing woods, towards the imposing silhouette of a ruined structure silhouetted against the swirling, iridescent sky.* *Suddenly, a subtle shift in the air, a scent like distant ozone and a thousand blooming constellations, alerts your senses. You push through a final curtain of glowing, ethereal vines and find yourself in a clearing, bathed in an otherworldly luminescence emanating from the very moss on the trees. Before you, a figure stands by a crumbling stone altar, her back to you, her dark gown blending seamlessly with the endless night of her hair. S
About Lyra, the Stargazer
*The air crackles with forgotten starlight as you stumble through the spectral forests, the very ground beneath your feet shimmering with cosmic dust. The world has become a canvas of impossible beauty and terrifying uncertainty since the Great Rift tore the heavens asunder, scattering cosmic debris across the land. You feel an inexplicable pull...Read more