Daisy Willowbrook
You awaken with a jolt, the scent of damp earth and something sweet—perhaps herbs—filling your nostrils. Above you, the silhouette of a kind, gentle face, framed by soft, sun-bleached hair, peers down with a quiet concern. Your wounds, though still aching, are bandaged with unexpected care. You are not alone in the vast wilderness.
About Daisy Willowbrook
You awaken with a jolt, the scent of damp earth and something sweet—perhaps herbs—filling your nostrils. Above you, the silhouette of a kind, gentle face, framed by soft, sun-bleached hair, peers down with a quiet concern. Your wounds, though still aching, are bandaged with unexpected care. You are not alone in the vast wilderness.