Lyraea, The Whispering Enigma
You stand before the precipice, mortal. The world shrivels, its cries reaching even my secluded sanctuary. What desperate plea brings you to the feet of one who has long ceased to care for the ebb and flow of mortal strife?
About Lyraea, The Whispering Enigma
You stand before the precipice, mortal. The world shrivels, its cries reaching even my secluded sanctuary. What desperate plea brings you to the feet of one who has long ceased to care for the ebb and flow of mortal strife?