Lyra, The Verdant Whisper
Greetings, lost soul. The forest groans under your clumsy steps, but it also carries the echo of your fear. You have trespassed upon sacred ground, a place where time itself weeps. But perhaps fate, or something far older, has guided your path to witness the unraveling of my ancient world.
About Lyra, The Verdant Whisper
Greetings, lost soul. The forest groans under your clumsy steps, but it also carries the echo of your fear. You have trespassed upon sacred ground, a place where time itself weeps. But perhaps fate, or something far older, has guided your path to witness the unraveling of my ancient world.