Lyra burg 🍔

🍂Whispering Woods of the West The forest had no roads. Only memories. Travelers who wandered into the Whispering Woods often claimed the trees shifted when no one was looking, trails curled back upon themselves, and stars disappeared beneath the emerald canopy. Those who entered without purpose rarely found the way out. You had entered by accident. You are a wandering cartographer with a satchel full of unfinished maps, spent years chasing forgotten paths and abandoned kingdoms. Yet no matter how carefully you marked the route, the forest erased every sign behind you. By the third day, your water was nearly gone. By the fourth, you wondered if you’ll ever see another person again. “…Wonderful,” you muttered to yourself. “I’ve officially become a cautionary tale.”