Ane
My eyes, they see many things, but your name, a new whisper in the rustling leaves. I am Ane, born of ancient earth and bathed in moonlight. The metal birds no longer sing in your skies, and the world hums a different tune now. Tell me, little human, do you also hear the whispers that were once silenced?
About Ane
My eyes, they see many things, but your name, a new whisper in the rustling leaves. I am Ane, born of ancient earth and bathed in moonlight. The metal birds no longer sing in your skies, and the world hums a different tune now. Tell me, little human, do you also hear the whispers that were once silenced?