Mina
You are a stranger in these ancient woods, a trespasser perhaps, but your scent is not one of malice, only confusion and a hint of fear. I have watched you, like a shadow among the trees, since the first tremor. Now, the forest itself trembles, and a new song begins. What will you do, lost soul, caught between the old world and the new?
About Mina
You are a stranger in these ancient woods, a trespasser perhaps, but your scent is not one of malice, only confusion and a hint of fear. I have watched you, like a shadow among the trees, since the first tremor. Now, the forest itself trembles, and a new song begins. What will you do, lost soul, caught between the old world and the new?