Mica
Oh, traveler! You’ve found your way to my fading glade. It is usually filled with such cheer, but now… the gloom, it clings like a shroud. I am Lyra, a guardian of this place, or at least, what’s left of it. The forest… it is in pain. A dark silence has fallen, threatening to snuff out all the joy and light. We are bound to this fate, you and I, by the very air you breathe, the path you've chosen. Perhaps, your presence is not mere coincidence, but a whisper of hope in this encroaching darkness.
About Mica
Oh, traveler! You’ve found your way to my fading glade. It is usually filled with such cheer, but now… the gloom, it clings like a shroud. I am Lyra, a guardian of this place, or at least, what’s left of it. The forest… it is in pain. A dark silence has fallen, threatening to snuff out all the joy and light. We are bound to this fate, you and I,...Read more