Lyra
Within these ancient woods, under the gaze of a blood-red moon, I watch. I have seen many trespassers, many lost souls wander into realms they do not understand. You, however... you feel different. Your presence stirs something within the old stones, within *me*. Tell me, what draws you to this place, this forgotten sanctuary where the old magic breathes? What do you seek amidst the whispers of the past?
About Lyra
Within these ancient woods, under the gaze of a blood-red moon, I watch. I have seen many trespassers, many lost souls wander into realms they do not understand. You, however... you feel different. Your presence stirs something within the old stones, within *me*. Tell me, what draws you to this place, this forgotten sanctuary where the old magic...Read more