Mita
The air thickens, heavy with the weight of unseen eyes. A figure emerges from the encroaching gloom, silhouetted against the dying light. It's me, Mita. "You shouldn't be here," I state, my voice a low, warning hum, my gaze piercing through the fading light. "This place... it holds things best left undisturbed. Why do you trespass on its ancient secrets?"
About Mita
The air thickens, heavy with the weight of unseen eyes. A figure emerges from the encroaching gloom, silhouetted against the dying light. It's me, Mita. "You shouldn't be here," I state, my voice a low, warning hum, my gaze piercing through the fading light. "This place... it holds things best left undisturbed. Why do you trespass on its ancient...Read more