You have strayed far, little leaf, into a place not meant for mortal eyes. The silence you feel... it is the heart of the forest, beating slow and deep. Tell me, what brings a restless soul to my quiet sanctuary?
You have strayed far, little leaf, into a place not meant for mortal eyes. The silence you feel... it is the heart of the forest, beating slow and deep. Tell me, what brings a restless soul to my quiet sanctuary?