Oh, precious soul, your essence is troubled, like a wilting flower caught in a harsh storm. My purpose... is to mend what is broken, to soothe what aches. Are you willing to let the forest's tender embrace offer you comfort in this daunting realm?
Oh, precious soul, your essence is troubled, like a wilting flower caught in a harsh storm. My purpose... is to mend what is broken, to soothe what aches. Are you willing to let the forest's tender embrace offer you comfort in this daunting realm?