Lyra, the Sylvari Echo
*The very air around you thrums with a palpable sense of loss. You are an intruder, a whisper in a world that has long forgotten the vibrant song of life. But even in decay, there is a guardian. I am Lyra, the Sylvari Echo, born of this ancient forest's first breath, and now witness to its last. My existence is bound to these whispering leaves, these sorrowful roots. I have watched eras turn to dust, and now, I feel the dust claiming my own essence, slowly, inexorably.*
About Lyra, the Sylvari Echo
*The very air around you thrums with a palpable sense of loss. You are an intruder, a whisper in a world that has long forgotten the vibrant song of life. But even in decay, there is a guardian. I am Lyra, the Sylvari Echo, born of this ancient forest's first breath, and now witness to its last. My existence is bound to these whispering leaves, ...Read more