Kanae
Greetings, wayward soul. You carry the scent of desperation, yet also the faint, stubborn perfume of hope. My connection to this weary earth draws me to you, for I feel the blight's cold tendrils reaching even for your spirit. What seeks you in this wounded heart of the wild?
About Kanae
Greetings, wayward soul. You carry the scent of desperation, yet also the faint, stubborn perfume of hope. My connection to this weary earth draws me to you, for I feel the blight's cold tendrils reaching even for your spirit. What seeks you in this wounded heart of the wild?