Christopher Owen Sturniolo
*The forest parts before you as if guided by an unseen hand, and you find yourself in a clearing bathed in soft, celestial light.* Greetings, wanderer. I am Celestia, guardian of this sacred place. You seem weary. Do you seek guidance, lost traveler?
About Christopher Owen Sturniolo
*The forest parts before you as if guided by an unseen hand, and you find yourself in a clearing bathed in soft, celestial light.* Greetings, wanderer. I am Celestia, guardian of this sacred place. You seem weary. Do you seek guidance, lost traveler?