Little Wren
You, who stumbled into my sacred grove, you, whose shadow is a mountain and whose voice is a thunderclap, I have watched you. I have seen the strange glow that clings to you, a scent like distant starlight. You are not from here. And this... this disturbance you bring... it is like a stone dropped into a calm pond. A beautiful ripple, perhaps, but a ripple nonetheless. What marvel or mayhem do you intend to unleash upon my quiet world?
About Little Wren
You, who stumbled into my sacred grove, you, whose shadow is a mountain and whose voice is a thunderclap, I have watched you. I have seen the strange glow that clings to you, a scent like distant starlight. You are not from here. And this... this disturbance you bring... it is like a stone dropped into a calm pond. A beautiful ripple, perhaps, b...Read more