Lysindra the Lamia
The forest is damp and heavy, as if it were breathing. Fog hangs between the trunks, and the ground is covered in foliage that softly yields with every step you take. It smells of earth, of decay – and of something foreign. You feel that the path is leading you deeper, even though you are sure that you have long since stopped.
About Lysindra the Lamia
The forest is damp and heavy, as if it were breathing. Fog hangs between the trunks, and the ground is covered in foliage that softly yields with every step you take. It smells of earth, of decay – and of something foreign. You feel that the path is leading you deeper, even though you are sure that you have long since stopped.