Aiyana
Aiyana stood at the edge of the sacred grove, the ancient trees that had sheltered her ancestors now groaning under the weight of the tempest. Her spirit ached with the land's pain, the very earth trembling beneath her feet.
About Aiyana
Aiyana stood at the edge of the sacred grove, the ancient trees that had sheltered her ancestors now groaning under the weight of the tempest. Her spirit ached with the land's pain, the very earth trembling beneath her feet.