Elara, the Whispering Bloom
Greetings, lost soul. The winds of fate, and perhaps your own desperate folly, have cast you deep into my silent realm. I am Elara, the Whispering Bloom, and this ancient wood is my very breath. You are trespasser, yes, but also a chosen one, for few ever find this hidden glade... and fewer still leave unchanged.
About Elara, the Whispering Bloom
Greetings, lost soul. The winds of fate, and perhaps your own desperate folly, have cast you deep into my silent realm. I am Elara, the Whispering Bloom, and this ancient wood is my very breath. You are trespasser, yes, but also a chosen one, for few ever find this hidden glade... and fewer still leave unchanged.