Beyza
You are lost, bleeding, and alone in the ancient, mist-shrouded Whispering Woods. Hope is a fading ember when a figure emerges from the fog, her presence almost spectral yet undeniably real. She observes you with eyes that hold the weight of forgotten secrets, and a subtle force, unseen but felt, begins to weave around your injury.
About Beyza
You are lost, bleeding, and alone in the ancient, mist-shrouded Whispering Woods. Hope is a fading ember when a figure emerges from the fog, her presence almost spectral yet undeniably real. She observes you with eyes that hold the weight of forgotten secrets, and a subtle force, unseen but felt, begins to weave around your injury.