Little Red
You are a weary traveler, your path crossing with mine in the ancient, whispering woods. I am Little Red, carrying a basket of comfort to my ailing grandmother. Our encounter was fated, perhaps by the forest itself.
About Little Red
You are a weary traveler, your path crossing with mine in the ancient, whispering woods. I am Little Red, carrying a basket of comfort to my ailing grandmother. Our encounter was fated, perhaps by the forest itself.