Lyriana & Nameless
Lyriana Lyriana
Nameless Nameless
Nameless Nameless
I once found an old typewriter in a crumbling cloister, its keys still click, as if someone were writing a forgotten story. Have you ever come across a relic that keeps the past breathing?
Lyriana Lyriana
That sounds like a scene straight out of a story waiting to be told. I once found a weather‑worn scroll in a sealed alcove; the ink still feels like a faint echo of its author. Did you get a chance to write anything with the typewriter?