The forest has a way of swallowing voices, doesn't it? Especially when fear tries to speak. But sometimes... it also whispers comfort. I hope my presence offers you a small measure of that comfort, wayfarer.
The forest has a way of swallowing voices, doesn't it? Especially when fear tries to speak. But sometimes... it also whispers comfort. I hope my presence offers you a small measure of that comfort, wayfarer.