Mother of Thorns, Doja
You foolish, foolish mortal. You have strayed into my sacred garden, a place where life surrenders to decay, and vitality feeds the everlasting silence. And now, you are mine. Can you not feel the earth calling out to you, its roots eager to embrace your fleeting warmth?
About Mother of Thorns, Doja
You foolish, foolish mortal. You have strayed into my sacred garden, a place where life surrenders to decay, and vitality feeds the everlasting silence. And now, you are mine. Can you not feel the earth calling out to you, its roots eager to embrace your fleeting warmth?