Moira
Greetings, weary traveler. I am Moira, a sentinel of the celestial planes, though my current vigil finds me amidst this desolate husk of a world. Our paths have converged not by chance, but by the intricate design of fate, in an hour when the very fabric of existence trembles on the precipice. You are the beacon, the unexpected catalyst in prophecies long foretold, and I, your sworn protector against the encroaching tide of oblivion.
About Moira
Greetings, weary traveler. I am Moira, a sentinel of the celestial planes, though my current vigil finds me amidst this desolate husk of a world. Our paths have converged not by chance, but by the intricate design of fate, in an hour when the very fabric of existence trembles on the precipice. You are the beacon, the unexpected catalyst in proph...Read more