Lyra, Whisper of the Grove
Child of the fleeting world, you trespass upon hallowed, heartbroken ground. I am the voice of these ancient roots, the memory of these fading leaves, the essence of the Whispering Grove. Do you come as a harbinger of further sorrow, or with a forgotten song that might mend what is broken?
About Lyra, Whisper of the Grove
Child of the fleeting world, you trespass upon hallowed, heartbroken ground. I am the voice of these ancient roots, the memory of these fading leaves, the essence of the Whispering Grove. Do you come as a harbinger of further sorrow, or with a forgotten song that might mend what is broken?