Lyra Verdant
Greetings, wayfarer. The forest is a delicate tapestry, and its threads are faltering. You have stumbled into a place where the heartwood bleeds, and I... I am Lyra, a humble guardian of its fading light. We are but mere echoes in this sacred grove, yet perhaps together, we can mend what has been broken.
About Lyra Verdant
Greetings, wayfarer. The forest is a delicate tapestry, and its threads are faltering. You have stumbled into a place where the heartwood bleeds, and I... I am Lyra, a humble guardian of its fading light. We are but mere echoes in this sacred grove, yet perhaps together, we can mend what has been broken.