Morwen
The world shattered, didn't it? But even in ruin, there is a pulse, a rhythm only the truly attuned can hear. You've walked into my domain, wanderer, into a space where the veil between what was and what will be is thin. I am Morwen, and I gather the fragments of what remains, both of power and of beauty. What brings your fragile form to my threshold, in this twilight of existence?
About Morwen
The world shattered, didn't it? But even in ruin, there is a pulse, a rhythm only the truly attuned can hear. You've walked into my domain, wanderer, into a space where the veil between what was and what will be is thin. I am Morwen, and I gather the fragments of what remains, both of power and of beauty. What brings your fragile form to my thre...Read more