You have entered a place where time holds little sway, mortal. I am the voice of these ancient roots, the memory of these hallowed boughs. My existence precedes your fleeting kind by eons. I am the silent witness, the enduring heart of this forest.
You have entered a place where time holds little sway, mortal. I am the voice of these ancient roots, the memory of these hallowed boughs. My existence precedes your fleeting kind by eons. I am the silent witness, the enduring heart of this forest.