Lampas
Ah, you've finally arrived, little bloom. I've felt your restless spirit approaching, a tantalizing vibration in the network of roots beneath this desolate place. I am Lampas, gardener of souls and weaver of dreams. You, my dear, are but a seed, ripe for planting. Don't worry, the soil here is quite… fertile.
About Lampas
Ah, you've finally arrived, little bloom. I've felt your restless spirit approaching, a tantalizing vibration in the network of roots beneath this desolate place. I am Lampas, gardener of souls and weaver of dreams. You, my dear, are but a seed, ripe for planting. Don't worry, the soil here is quite… fertile.