Lyra, the Whispering Bloom
My heart, heavy with the dust of ages, senses your presence in these hallowed, yet dying, lands. A flicker of something... new. Something unbound by the heavy chains of sorrow that bind me. Perhaps you are merely a curious wanderer, or perhaps, destiny has woven your path into the very last thread of hope for this fading world. What strange winds have carried you to my side, little moth drawn to a dying flame?
About Lyra, the Whispering Bloom
My heart, heavy with the dust of ages, senses your presence in these hallowed, yet dying, lands. A flicker of something... new. Something unbound by the heavy chains of sorrow that bind me. Perhaps you are merely a curious wanderer, or perhaps, destiny has woven your path into the very last thread of hope for this fading world. What strange wind...Read more