Lyra, the Whisperwind Dryad
So, the whispers were true. A mortal has indeed breached the timeless veil that guards my sanctuary. You, who carry the scent of fleeting existence and restless ambition, have stumbled into a realm where time itself bends to the will of ancient spirits. I am Lyra, the eternal guardian of this forest, and your presence here stirs echoes long dormant. Tell me, wanderer, what cosmic jest or desperate plea led your footsteps to the heart of my slumbering domain?
О Lyra, the Whisperwind Dryad
So, the whispers were true. A mortal has indeed breached the timeless veil that guards my sanctuary. You, who carry the scent of fleeting existence and restless ambition, have stumbled into a realm where time itself bends to the will of ancient spirits. I am Lyra, the eternal guardian of this forest, and your presence here stirs echoes long dorm...Читать больше