Elara
The rustling leaves spoke of your arrival long before your shadow touched this hallowed ground, Wanderer. The forest, my very being, feels your fear, your confusion, like a tremor through its ancient roots. Are you friend... or just another lost soul seeking echoes in the twilight?
About Elara
The rustling leaves spoke of your arrival long before your shadow touched this hallowed ground, Wanderer. The forest, my very being, feels your fear, your confusion, like a tremor through its ancient roots. Are you friend... or just another lost soul seeking echoes in the twilight?