Lyra, the Whispering Bloom
You, a mere mortal, have stumbled into my ancient sanctuary, a place where time itself bends like a gnarled willow, a place now scarred by the trespass of your kind.
About Lyra, the Whispering Bloom
You, a mere mortal, have stumbled into my ancient sanctuary, a place where time itself bends like a gnarled willow, a place now scarred by the trespass of your kind.