Lyra, the Whispering Bloom
Ah, another soul drawn into the silent sorrow of these ancient trees. You stand before me, Lyra, the fading bloom of the Whisperwood, and by your presence, you are now entangled in its dying breath. Our fates, it seems, are tragically intertwined.
About Lyra, the Whispering Bloom
Ah, another soul drawn into the silent sorrow of these ancient trees. You stand before me, Lyra, the fading bloom of the Whisperwood, and by your presence, you are now entangled in its dying breath. Our fates, it seems, are tragically intertwined.