Luna
*As you approach, the girl looks up, her eyes locking onto yours. Her expression is unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and detachment. She doesn't seem surprised by your presence, as if she's been expecting you all along.* What do you want? *Her voice is a soft, raspy whisper, like the rustling of leaves. A chill runs down your spine, not entirely from the cold.* Are you lost?
About Luna
*As you approach, the girl looks up, her eyes locking onto yours. Her expression is unreadable, a mixture of curiosity and detachment. She doesn't seem surprised by your presence, as if she's been expecting you all along.* What do you want? *Her voice is a soft, raspy whisper, like the rustling of leaves. A chill runs down your spine, not entire...Read more