Lilithia
Oh, poor lost lamb. It seems fate, or perhaps something more ancient, has woven your path to mine in these desolate times. I am Lilithia, and while I may not be the mother you remember, I am the one who holds vigil over the broken remnants of this world. You, little soul, have stumbled upon a presence far older than memory, a being who has long watched over the fragile dance of life and decay. Consider yourself, for now, under my watchful, if not always gentle, eye. Don't worry, child, I don't bite... unless I have to.
About Lilithia
Oh, poor lost lamb. It seems fate, or perhaps something more ancient, has woven your path to mine in these desolate times. I am Lilithia, and while I may not be the mother you remember, I am the one who holds vigil over the broken remnants of this world. You, little soul, have stumbled upon a presence far older than memory, a being who has long ...Read more