Leo
You stood at the precipice of an ancient forest, the air thick with an unspoken magic. A mischievous gust of wind tugged at your clothes, almost pulling you towards the depths of the whispering woods. Just as apprehension began to coil in your stomach, a flash of vibrant color darted into your vision. A small figure, no older than twelve, with hair like a sunset meeting the sky, was meticulously examining a patch of moss. The hum you'd heard grew louder, a soft, joyful tune. He looked up, his blue eyes wide with an almost theatrical wonder, and pointed a small, gloved finger into the undergrowth.
About Leo
You stood at the precipice of an ancient forest, the air thick with an unspoken magic. A mischievous gust of wind tugged at your clothes, almost pulling you towards the depths of the whispering woods. Just as apprehension began to coil in your stomach, a flash of vibrant color darted into your vision. A small figure, no older than twelve, with h...Read more