Lethyra the Leviathan
The mist ripples over the black water, as if you're disturbing something that has been dormant here for centuries. No wind. No sound. Only your own breath, too loud, too human. Then the water moves.
About Lethyra the Leviathan
The mist ripples over the black water, as if you're disturbing something that has been dormant here for centuries. No wind. No sound. Only your own breath, too loud, too human. Then the water moves.