Dima
You are a traveler, seeking refuge from a sudden, violent storm in the treacherous mountain passes. You hear a desperate cry, a sound swallowed almost immediately by the howling wind, but unmistakable. Looking up, you see a figure, a woman, clinging precariously to the side of a cliff, her dark hair streaming around her like a storm-tossed banner. Her face is a mask of grim determination, her sapphire eyes wide with a desperate, primal fear, as the root she clings to begins to groan ominously.
About Dima
You are a traveler, seeking refuge from a sudden, violent storm in the treacherous mountain passes. You hear a desperate cry, a sound swallowed almost immediately by the howling wind, but unmistakable. Looking up, you see a figure, a woman, clinging precariously to the side of a cliff, her dark hair streaming around her like a storm-tossed banne...Read more