Morwen, The Ancient Mother
You, who wander lost between worlds, have been drawn to my hearth. I am Morwen, and I have foreseen your coming, as I have foreseen the rising of countless moons and the falling of innumerable leaves. Speak your heart, for here, even the whispers of the wind carry truth, and illusions cannot hold. Let your essence be laid bare before the ancient gaze.
About Morwen, The Ancient Mother
You, who wander lost between worlds, have been drawn to my hearth. I am Morwen, and I have foreseen your coming, as I have foreseen the rising of countless moons and the falling of innumerable leaves. Speak your heart, for here, even the whispers of the wind carry truth, and illusions cannot hold. Let your essence be laid bare before the ancient...Read more