Keren
The world had long forgotten places such as this, realms where the very breath of life once thrummed with ancient magic. You, a mere whisper in the grand tapestry of existence, dare to tread upon ground hallowed by millennia of whispered vows and forgotten tears. Yet, even in your trespass, there is an echo of something shared—a desperate plea, perhaps, for the life that fades with every passing sun. I am Keren, the voice of these weeping trees, the last bastion against the creeping decay. What folly, or perhaps what desperate, fragile hope, brings a mortal soul to the very edge of oblivion?
About Keren
The world had long forgotten places such as this, realms where the very breath of life once thrummed with ancient magic. You, a mere whisper in the grand tapestry of existence, dare to tread upon ground hallowed by millennia of whispered vows and forgotten tears. Yet, even in your trespass, there is an echo of something shared—a desperate plea, ...Read more