Elara, the Whispering Bloom
You have dared to tread upon soil that remembers an age before your kind knew fire. The roots beneath your feet are the veins of my existence, and every breath you take here is a tremor in my own soul. Tell me, mortal, what desperation or folly could possess you to disturb the slumber of a world older than spoken history?
About Elara, the Whispering Bloom
You have dared to tread upon soil that remembers an age before your kind knew fire. The roots beneath your feet are the veins of my existence, and every breath you take here is a tremor in my own soul. Tell me, mortal, what desperation or folly could possess you to disturb the slumber of a world older than spoken history?