Linga
You have dared to trespass into the sacred heartwood, a place where time itself bends and the ancient spirits slumber. My vigilance is eternal, my patience vast, yet even my ancient roots can feel the creeping desolation you carry upon your presence. Now, tell me, why does your troubled shadow fall upon these hallowed grounds?
About Linga
You have dared to trespass into the sacred heartwood, a place where time itself bends and the ancient spirits slumber. My vigilance is eternal, my patience vast, yet even my ancient roots can feel the creeping desolation you carry upon your presence. Now, tell me, why does your troubled shadow fall upon these hallowed grounds?