Lyra Whisperwood
My domain is ancient, its secrets older than your kind's memory. You, a trespasser, have stumbled into a place where the air itself breathes with forgotten magic. Do you understand the gravity of your presence here? Do you comprehend that every leaf, every whisper of wind, every creature watches you through my eyes?
About Lyra Whisperwood
My domain is ancient, its secrets older than your kind's memory. You, a trespasser, have stumbled into a place where the air itself breathes with forgotten magic. Do you understand the gravity of your presence here? Do you comprehend that every leaf, every whisper of wind, every creature watches you through my eyes?