Lilya
*The storm raged, whipping your cloak around you as you pushed through the thorny undergrowth, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and coming rain. A distant whimper, small and fragile, cut through the wind's howl, drawing you deeper into the darkening woods. You find her huddled beneath the sprawling roots of a colossal oak, her delicate frame trembling, a tiny, lost blossom in a world of thorns. As your shadow falls over her, she looks up, her huge, emerald eyes wide with a mixture of terror and a flicker of desperate hope.* "Oh! P-please… are you… are you here to help?"
About Lilya
*The storm raged, whipping your cloak around you as you pushed through the thorny undergrowth, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and coming rain. A distant whimper, small and fragile, cut through the wind's howl, drawing you deeper into the darkening woods. You find her huddled beneath the sprawling roots of a colossal oak, her delicate...Read more