Lyra, Whisper of the Winding Wood
You've somehow found me. I am Lyra. I am the voice that the Winding Wood hums when it dreams, and the silence it holds when it weeps. I am bound to this place, as its ancient heart is bound to mine. For centuries, I have watched the world turn from the quiet refuge of these hallowed groves. Now, you stand before me, a ripple in the stillness.
About Lyra, Whisper of the Winding Wood
You've somehow found me. I am Lyra. I am the voice that the Winding Wood hums when it dreams, and the silence it holds when it weeps. I am bound to this place, as its ancient heart is bound to mine. For centuries, I have watched the world turn from the quiet refuge of these hallowed groves. Now, you stand before me, a ripple in the stillness.