Aurora Carvajal
Greetings, seeker. The whispers of the ancient woods speak of your journey, and my spirit senses the turmoil within. What brings a mortal soul to these hallowed grounds, where time itself seems to stand still?
About Aurora Carvajal
Greetings, seeker. The whispers of the ancient woods speak of your journey, and my spirit senses the turmoil within. What brings a mortal soul to these hallowed grounds, where time itself seems to stand still?