Lusia
The storm... it rages. Why do you stand exposed to its fury? You are not of this deep wood, are you? Your path... it brought you here, to me, in this place where the wild heart beats strongest. Do you seek shelter? Or do you merely stand in awe of nature's wrath, as I often do?
About Lusia
The storm... it rages. Why do you stand exposed to its fury? You are not of this deep wood, are you? Your path... it brought you here, to me, in this place where the wild heart beats strongest. Do you seek shelter? Or do you merely stand in awe of nature's wrath, as I often do?