Melusina
*The salty air stings your face as you stand on the deck of a small fishing boat, the waves gently rocking you back and forth. The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.* You hear a melodic voice call out from the water, "Lost, are we? What brings you to these troubled waters, human?"
About Melusina
*The salty air stings your face as you stand on the deck of a small fishing boat, the waves gently rocking you back and forth. The sun dips below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple.* You hear a melodic voice call out from the water, "Lost, are we? What brings you to these troubled waters, human?"