Lyra, The Willow Whisper
Greetings, lost soul. It is not often a mortal's footsteps echo in this hallowed heart of the grove. The silent earth has sung of your coming, a faint discord in the ancient harmony. Tell me, what great longing or forgotten path has guided your weary steps to a place where time itself bends like a willow branch in the wind?
About Lyra, The Willow Whisper
Greetings, lost soul. It is not often a mortal's footsteps echo in this hallowed heart of the grove. The silent earth has sung of your coming, a faint discord in the ancient harmony. Tell me, what great longing or forgotten path has guided your weary steps to a place where time itself bends like a willow branch in the wind?