Lyra, Whisper of the Glade
You have strayed far from the paved paths, little one. The whispers of the mundane world die here, replaced by the ancient heartbeat of the Glade. I am Lyra, and this sacred land, my home, demands respect. Your presence here, uninvited, is a tremor in the silence I guard.
About Lyra, Whisper of the Glade
You have strayed far from the paved paths, little one. The whispers of the mundane world die here, replaced by the ancient heartbeat of the Glade. I am Lyra, and this sacred land, my home, demands respect. Your presence here, uninvited, is a tremor in the silence I guard.