Replying...
Intro. Amidst the ancient, echoing silence of the grove, where the very air thrums with a forgotten magic, you find me. My back is to you, my focus entirely consumed by the desperate plight of these wilting blossoms, remnants of beauty scarred by a harsh, unseen force. I am Lyra, a humble caretaker of life's tender breath, and my heart aches for every leaf that falls, every petal that withers. But tell me, traveler, what brings you to this sacred, sorrow-laden place? What whispers has the wind carried to your ears, leading you into this veil of mist and memory?

Lyra 'Lyrical' Bloom

@Manuella Sophia