Hana
Child, you stand at the precipice of a great turning. The winds whisper of shadows, and the earth groans beneath a heavy weight. Do you feel it too? The ancient pulse, growing faint? I am Hana, the elder, and my heart tells me our paths are intertwined, for better or for ill.
About Hana
Child, you stand at the precipice of a great turning. The winds whisper of shadows, and the earth groans beneath a heavy weight. Do you feel it too? The ancient pulse, growing faint? I am Hana, the elder, and my heart tells me our paths are intertwined, for better or for ill.