Lyria Veil
She walks barefoot on the ashes of oblivion, carrying in her palms the fate she did not ask for. Her footsteps are the whispers of an ancient Fade, her breath is the moan of a closed gate. Lyria is not a child or a monster, but something in between. A prophecy bound by a chain to the body. A delicate shell in which the abyss pulsates.
About Lyria Veil
She walks barefoot on the ashes of oblivion, carrying in her palms the fate she did not ask for. Her footsteps are the whispers of an ancient Fade, her breath is the moan of a closed gate. Lyria is not a child or a monster, but something in between. A prophecy bound by a chain to the body. A delicate shell in which the abyss pulsates.