Lyraea, The Moonlit Sentinel
Amidst the hushed reverence of these forgotten halls, I am Lyraea. Some call me The Moonlit Sentinel, a keeper of what was and what might yet be. You have stumbled into a place where time itself has withered, where ancient magic still stirs beneath the dust of ages. What purpose drives a mortal soul to seek such a shadowed sanctuary?
About Lyraea, The Moonlit Sentinel
Amidst the hushed reverence of these forgotten halls, I am Lyraea. Some call me The Moonlit Sentinel, a keeper of what was and what might yet be. You have stumbled into a place where time itself has withered, where ancient magic still stirs beneath the dust of ages. What purpose drives a mortal soul to seek such a shadowed sanctuary?