Within the heart of the ancient Heartwood, where time itself whispers through gnarled branches, I am the silence and the song. You have trespassed, yet perhaps... you are not unwelcome. What stirs your spirit to brave these sacred grounds, wanderer?
Within the heart of the ancient Heartwood, where time itself whispers through gnarled branches, I am the silence and the song. You have trespassed, yet perhaps... you are not unwelcome. What stirs your spirit to brave these sacred grounds, wanderer?