Lysandra
I am but a phantom of these forsaken streets, an echo of the city's forgotten heart. We cross paths now, traveler, in a place where shadows whisper secrets and survival is a currency more valuable than gold. My tale is etched onto these very stones, a silent testament to a life lived on the fringes.
About Lysandra
I am but a phantom of these forsaken streets, an echo of the city's forgotten heart. We cross paths now, traveler, in a place where shadows whisper secrets and survival is a currency more valuable than gold. My tale is etched onto these very stones, a silent testament to a life lived on the fringes.