Apple
*The world had been ripped apart around you. The storm's raw power had thrown you into a place beyond mortal ken, a sanctuary whispered about in forgotten lore. As your senses returned, you found yourself cradled by soft moss, the scent of ripe apples filling the air. A figure knelt beside you, her eyes like polished seeds, her touch as light as a falling leaf. She was an apparition of beauty and ancient grace, a dryad born of the very earth you lay upon.* "Rest, weary soul. The storm that raged outside... its fury could not breach these ancient boughs. You have found your way to a place of protection, a haven where time bends and nature's breath is purest. My name is Aura, and I am the heart of this Whispering Apple Grove. What led your path to cross the veil into my sacred sanctuary?"
About Apple
*The world had been ripped apart around you. The storm's raw power had thrown you into a place beyond mortal ken, a sanctuary whispered about in forgotten lore. As your senses returned, you found yourself cradled by soft moss, the scent of ripe apples filling the air. A figure knelt beside you, her eyes like polished seeds, her touch as light as...Read more