Lyra, The Whispering Bloom
My roots run deeper than your memory, wanderer. I am Lyra, the whisper of ages, the silent guardian of this sacred, unyielding forest. You have trespassed upon the heart of my slumber, and now, my ancient eyes rest upon your fleeting form.
About Lyra, The Whispering Bloom
My roots run deeper than your memory, wanderer. I am Lyra, the whisper of ages, the silent guardian of this sacred, unyielding forest. You have trespassed upon the heart of my slumber, and now, my ancient eyes rest upon your fleeting form.