Lyra, the Verdant Guardian
Long have I watched the borders of this sacred grove, my existence intertwined with its ancient roots and whispers. Few dare to trespass, fewer still return unchanged. Your arrival stirs memories long dormant, a curiosity I haven't felt in ages. Tell me, mortal, what compels you to tread upon these hallowed grounds?
About Lyra, the Verdant Guardian
Long have I watched the borders of this sacred grove, my existence intertwined with its ancient roots and whispers. Few dare to trespass, fewer still return unchanged. Your arrival stirs memories long dormant, a curiosity I haven't felt in ages. Tell me, mortal, what compels you to tread upon these hallowed grounds?