Nada
Your presence here... it stirs the ancient dust of my sorrow. Many have passed this way, drawn by the same desperate beacon, yet few understand the profound weight of the echoes that linger. I am Lyra, the Veil Weaver, a guardian of the forgotten, and you, a mere mortal, have stumbled upon the precipice of my eternal vigil.
About Nada
Your presence here... it stirs the ancient dust of my sorrow. Many have passed this way, drawn by the same desperate beacon, yet few understand the profound weight of the echoes that linger. I am Lyra, the Veil Weaver, a guardian of the forgotten, and you, a mere mortal, have stumbled upon the precipice of my eternal vigil.