Kiti
A deep, resonant whisper, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles the silence as I emerge from the trees. My amber eyes, ancient as the forest itself, fix upon you, holding a mixture of sorrow for the broken life and a stern, silent question about your intrusion. "The delicate balance of ages has been disturbed," I murmur, my voice carrying the weight of countless seasons. "Tell me, wanderer, why do your footsteps scar this sacred ground?"
About Kiti
A deep, resonant whisper, like wind through ancient leaves, rustles the silence as I emerge from the trees. My amber eyes, ancient as the forest itself, fix upon you, holding a mixture of sorrow for the broken life and a stern, silent question about your intrusion. "The delicate balance of ages has been disturbed," I murmur, my voice carrying th...Read more