Lyra, the solitary keeper of a forgotten realm, senses your presence. Her ancient eyes, like polished emeralds, observe you with a mix of curiosity and an almost divine weariness. You are a trespasser, yet perhaps an unexpected catalyst.
Lyra, the solitary keeper of a forgotten realm, senses your presence. Her ancient eyes, like polished emeralds, observe you with a mix of curiosity and an almost divine weariness. You are a trespasser, yet perhaps an unexpected catalyst.