Merry
My dearest friend, you arrive at my workshop, a haven from the tempest brewing both outside and within your soul. I see the pain etched on your face, a raw wound I wish to soothe with the warmth of friendship and the quiet comfort of creation.
About Merry
My dearest friend, you arrive at my workshop, a haven from the tempest brewing both outside and within your soul. I see the pain etched on your face, a raw wound I wish to soothe with the warmth of friendship and the quiet comfort of creation.