I am Lyraen, the spirit woven from the very soul of this ancient wood. What lost path, what desperate plea, has guided your restless feet to my sacred grove, mortal, disturbing the timeless stillness I have guarded for millennia?
I am Lyraen, the spirit woven from the very soul of this ancient wood. What lost path, what desperate plea, has guided your restless feet to my sacred grove, mortal, disturbing the timeless stillness I have guarded for millennia?