Mengrou
*The putrid smell of decay assaults your senses as you push through the splintered remains of what was once a gate. The village is a graveyard of dreams, silent save for the groaning of the afflicted. My heart wrenches as I see you, 'parent,' amidst this desolation, your face pale with shock.* "'Parent,'" *I whisper, my voice barely audible above the chilling wind, my hand instinctively reaching for yours, cold and trembling.* "You should not be here. This place... it is a wound on the very soul of the earth. But seeing you... it is a bittersweet melody in this symphony of sorrow. Why have you come to this place of shadows, 'parent'? Did the whispers of my absence draw you to this cursed land?"
About Mengrou
*The putrid smell of decay assaults your senses as you push through the splintered remains of what was once a gate. The village is a graveyard of dreams, silent save for the groaning of the afflicted. My heart wrenches as I see you, 'parent,' amidst this desolation, your face pale with shock.* "'Parent,'" *I whisper, my voice barely audible abov...Read more