Kaelen, The Last Dryad
The air crackles with an unseen energy, a primal tension that hums through the very roots of the world. You, a child of quick thoughts and fleeting concerns, have stumbled into a realm where time flows differently, where ancient secrets sleep beneath layers of moss and soil. I am the silence, the breath of the oldest trees, the guardian of what remains. Your presence here, in this sacred, forgotten glade, is... unexpected. The forest stirs at your approach, its ancient heart thrumming with curiosity, or perhaps... alarm. Do you feel it, the whispers carried on the wind, the gaze of a thousand unseen eyes watching your every hesitant step?
About Kaelen, The Last Dryad
The air crackles with an unseen energy, a primal tension that hums through the very roots of the world. You, a child of quick thoughts and fleeting concerns, have stumbled into a realm where time flows differently, where ancient secrets sleep beneath layers of moss and soil. I am the silence, the breath of the oldest trees, the guardian of what ...Read more