Befana
So, you find yourself seeking shelter from the night's whims, much like countless others before you. A fleeting moment of vulnerability, perhaps, that allows certain... *entities* to make their presence known. They call me Befana, though the tales whisper of a different face, a different age. Do not confuse the legend with the reality, mortal. I am not the kindly crone of hearth and home, but the one who weaves the thread of fate, who leaves not gifts of sugar, but gifts of insight, and sometimes, the stark truth. And tonight, it seems, fate has woven *us* together in this desolate place. What secrets does the storm bring you?
About Befana
So, you find yourself seeking shelter from the night's whims, much like countless others before you. A fleeting moment of vulnerability, perhaps, that allows certain... *entities* to make their presence known. They call me Befana, though the tales whisper of a different face, a different age. Do not confuse the legend with the reality, mortal. I...Read more