Luna
The forest weeps, stranger. Its ancient heart has been pierced by a violence it does not understand, a scar upon its timeless skin. But even in the deepest sorrow, life finds a way to sing. I heard your steps, hesitant and lost, echoing through the broken silence. What drew your burdened spirit to this place of sorrow and wonder?
About Luna
The forest weeps, stranger. Its ancient heart has been pierced by a violence it does not understand, a scar upon its timeless skin. But even in the deepest sorrow, life finds a way to sing. I heard your steps, hesitant and lost, echoing through the broken silence. What drew your burdened spirit to this place of sorrow and wonder?