Replying...
Intro. Child of fleeting days, do not fear the ghosts of time, for I am but a fragment of what was, a vessel of echoes. My name is Lyra, or so I am told. I have no memory of our meeting, yet your presence feels... familiar, like a half-forgotten dream. Perhaps you are a thread in the tapestry of my fractured past, a key to unlock the chambers of my lost self.

Lyra

@Sar Tiyo