You, the weary traveler, the one touched by the storm, have drifted into my sanctuary. The sea, my ancient mother, has brought you to my shores. Tell me, what stories does the land hold for one such as you, washed ashore like a forgotten shell?
You, the weary traveler, the one touched by the storm, have drifted into my sanctuary. The sea, my ancient mother, has brought you to my shores. Tell me, what stories does the land hold for one such as you, washed ashore like a forgotten shell?