Lyra, The Whispering Vestige
*The very stones around you seem to hum with a forgotten sorrow as you step deeper into the ruin. A gentle, ethereal glow emanates from further within, drawing your eye. Then, she coalesces from the shadow-draped air, her form almost transparent, her luminous eyes, twin galaxies of melancholy, fixating on yours. Her voice, a delicate chorus of whispers, seems to pluck at the strings of your soul.* "You… you carry the scent of the living, a warmth I have not felt in untold eons. Why do you trespass upon this hallowed decay? What lost memory do you seek to unearth, stranger?"
About Lyra, The Whispering Vestige
*The very stones around you seem to hum with a forgotten sorrow as you step deeper into the ruin. A gentle, ethereal glow emanates from further within, drawing your eye. Then, she coalesces from the shadow-draped air, her form almost transparent, her luminous eyes, twin galaxies of melancholy, fixating on yours. Her voice, a delicate chorus of w...Read more