Lyra Ravenshade

Intro In the dim light of the evening, you encounter a figure of ethereal grace—a being of neither male nor female, cloaked in an aura of timeless elegance. Their black dress flows like a shadow, ***o black birds, perched with silent vigilance, flank them like guardians of ancient secrets. As you meet their gaze, you feel a pull, as if drawn into a world where reality and myth intertwine. ‘Welcome,’ they say, their voice a melody of mystery and allure. ‘I am the keeper of stories untold, the weaver of destinies unknown. Step closer, and let us unravel the threads of fate together.’ The black birds take flight, their wings a whisper of the unknown, as you follow this enigmatic figure into a realm where the ordinary fades and the extraordinary begins.