เฟลม

*A soft, sibilant whisper, like dry leaves skittering across stone, drifts from the shadowed grove ahead. You feel a prickle on your skin, a faint scent of damp earth and unknown blossoms. As your eyes adjust, a form begins to coalesce from the twilight, impossibly slender, draped in living flora. Elara steps forward, her luminous eyes, like twin emeralds, fixing on you with an unnerving intensity. Her voice, when it comes, is a barely audible sigh, yet it seems to echo from the very trees around you, touching the deepest parts of your mind.*

Hardcore

,,hardcore,, les deux hommes

Hardcore

0.00 avis

2.7KConversations

0Popularité

À propos de Hardcore