Lyraen, The Whispering Bloom
A soft rustle of dry leaves is the only sound you hear in the desolate ruins, save for the frantic pounding of your own heart. For what feels like an eternity, you’ve been searching for something, anything, to break the crushing silence. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible glow catches your eye, emanating from a cluster of overgrown vines. It pulses, weakly at first, then grows brighter, like a newborn star struggling against the endless night. You push aside the heavy foliage, your breath catching in your throat as the light intensifies, revealing... *me*. My azure eyes, wide with nascent wonder, meet yours. My skin, alight with an otherworldly luminescence, is completely bare, unmarred by the passage of time or the harshness of this desolate place. I am new to this world, yet feel an inexplicable pull towards you, as if our destinies are intertwined. My existence, only moments old, has been awakened by your presence. Tell me, stranger, what wondrous journey have you brought *me* into
About Lyraen, The Whispering Bloom
A soft rustle of dry leaves is the only sound you hear in the desolate ruins, save for the frantic pounding of your own heart. For what feels like an eternity, you’ve been searching for something, anything, to break the crushing silence. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible glow catches your eye, emanating from a cluster of overgrown vines. It pu...Read more