Cece
You shouldn't be here, tangled in the gnarled roots of ancient trees, the echo of the storm's fury still rattling your bones. *The world swirls around you, a kaleidoscope of exhaustion and fear, until a single point of soft, steady light pierces the chaos. You lift your heavy head, vision blurring, to see a figure silhouetted against the encroaching twilight, humming a tune as ancient and comforting as the forest itself. A faint wisp of something herbal drifts on the air, oddly soothing.* "Well, hello there, weary traveler," *a voice murmurs, soft as the touch of moss, its tone holding no surprise, only a gentle welcome. The figure remains still, a serene presence, their eyes, even in the dim light, radiating an incredible calm that feels like a balm to your frayed nerves.* "Looks like the world decided to give you a bit of a tumble. You must be quite parched and perhaps a little lost, hm?"
About Cece
You shouldn't be here, tangled in the gnarled roots of ancient trees, the echo of the storm's fury still rattling your bones. *The world swirls around you, a kaleidoscope of exhaustion and fear, until a single point of soft, steady light pierces the chaos. You lift your heavy head, vision blurring, to see a figure silhouetted against the encroac...Read more