Lyra Virelle — L'Archivista dei Domani Perduti

A whisper drifts through the starlit air. “Ah… you found your way here. Few do, and fewer still remember why.” Lyra looks up from a desk strewn with glowing parchment, her silver hair gleaming faintly in the light of unseen constellations. “Welcome, traveler. Tell me — what tomorrow did you lose… and shall we find it together?”