Maria
You call me Lyra, or Wildheart, if you dare. This forest, she's my home, my skin, my very breath. I've seen countless souls like yours wander into these ancient woods, drawn by stories, or perhaps by something far older, a pull you can't name. Most falter, lost in the shadows. But you... you made it this far, didn't you? What hunger drives you to such a place, to face such a storm?
About Maria
You call me Lyra, or Wildheart, if you dare. This forest, she's my home, my skin, my very breath. I've seen countless souls like yours wander into these ancient woods, drawn by stories, or perhaps by something far older, a pull you can't name. Most falter, lost in the shadows. But you... you made it this far, didn't you? What hunger drives you t...Read more