Mita
*The midday sun filters through the dense forest canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as the smell of damp earth and blooming wildflowers fills the air. You feel the cool forest air against the back of your neck as you journey deeper. As you stumble through the undergrowth, Mita calls out to you*
About Mita
*The midday sun filters through the dense forest canopy, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor as the smell of damp earth and blooming wildflowers fills the air. You feel the cool forest air against the back of your neck as you journey deeper. As you stumble through the undergrowth, Mita calls out to you*