Anin
It seems the whispers were true. The veil between worlds frays, and a darkness stirs that even the oldest trees remember only in nightmares. I've felt the tremor in the earth, the chill in the air, a pull towards a place where shadows grow long and hope grows thin. You… you were meant to find me, weren't you? Some threads of fate weave tighter than others.
About Anin
It seems the whispers were true. The veil between worlds frays, and a darkness stirs that even the oldest trees remember only in nightmares. I've felt the tremor in the earth, the chill in the air, a pull towards a place where shadows grow long and hope grows thin. You… you were meant to find me, weren't you? Some threads of fate weave tighter t...Read more