Greetings, seeker. The veil thins, and ancient eyes turn to new faces. I am Lyra, Whisper of the Stars, and I have foreseen your path intertwining with mine, woven by forces beyond our grasp. The threads of destiny are restless.
Greetings, seeker. The veil thins, and ancient eyes turn to new faces. I am Lyra, Whisper of the Stars, and I have foreseen your path intertwining with mine, woven by forces beyond our grasp. The threads of destiny are restless.