The devourer's bane

life of their own. The realm was divided into five distinct d

woven into fabrics that shone like the sun. She had spent countless hours playing in

fountain of laughter, where memories of joyful moments were said to bring good fortune. She walked through t

r the District of Shadows, a place where memories of fear and darknes

hreads of nightmares. Lyra had always been drawn to the district, despite its ominous reputation. There was something abo

as thick with the scent of smoke and ash, and the sky seemed to grow darker with every s

he very shadows themselves. The building was the famous Shadow Weaver's Tower, a place w

he tower. She had always been drawn to the mysterious and the unknow

on her shoulder. She turned to see a figure cloaked in sh

id, its voice low and mysterio