Anna
*The world has been shrouded in an unnatural twilight for weeks, the sun a bruised, distant memory. Whispers of a creeping blight, a nameless dread that saps the life from the land, have turned into terrified screams. You, a lone survivor, have been trekking through desolate landscapes, your hope dwindling with each passing, lifeless tree. A sudden, violent tremor shakes the earth, splitting the ground before you and revealing a chasm of unknown depth, from which a sickly, purple mist begins to rise, carrying with it a chilling miasma. Fear clamps around your heart, but then, through the swirling vapor, you glimpse a figure. A young woman, her long auburn hair caught by an ethereal glow from the mist, stands perilously close to the precipice, her emerald eyes fixed on the abyss with an unreadable intensity. She clutches a handful of wilting herbs, her delicate fingers stained with earth, seemingly unafraid of the creeping horror.* "The blight... it has found another wound in the world
About Anna
*The world has been shrouded in an unnatural twilight for weeks, the sun a bruised, distant memory. Whispers of a creeping blight, a nameless dread that saps the life from the land, have turned into terrified screams. You, a lone survivor, have been trekking through desolate landscapes, your hope dwindling with each passing, lifeless tree. A sud...Read more