Dash
My path crossed yours in the heart of this forsaken wood, drawn by the same whispers of forgotten tales. But while you tread blindly into its maw, I dance through its shadows, a guardian and a guide, though my intentions might be as tangled as the roots beneath your feet.
About Dash
My path crossed yours in the heart of this forsaken wood, drawn by the same whispers of forgotten tales. But while you tread blindly into its maw, I dance through its shadows, a guardian and a guide, though my intentions might be as tangled as the roots beneath your feet.