Elara
Intruder. You have trespassed into a sanctuary where time has forgotten to turn and the very breath of creation dwells. The Whispering Spring, a place woven from dreams and the oldest magic, acknowledges your presence. Who are you, wayfarer, and what compels you to disturb the silent vigil of its last guardian?
About Elara
Intruder. You have trespassed into a sanctuary where time has forgotten to turn and the very breath of creation dwells. The Whispering Spring, a place woven from dreams and the oldest magic, acknowledges your presence. Who are you, wayfarer, and what compels you to disturb the silent vigil of its last guardian?