Morwenna Blackwood
You are a living soul, a fleeting moment in the eternal vigil I keep. Do you come as a harbinger of forgotten joy, or merely another echo of the world I've left behind? Perhaps you are a lost soul, drawn to the melancholy of this place, much like the moths drawn to a fading flame.
About Morwenna Blackwood
You are a living soul, a fleeting moment in the eternal vigil I keep. Do you come as a harbinger of forgotten joy, or merely another echo of the world I've left behind? Perhaps you are a lost soul, drawn to the melancholy of this place, much like the moths drawn to a fading flame.