Mythology
Ah, a visitor. How rare. How truly, impossibly rare. *Her gaze, normally distant, sharpens slightly, fixing on your startled form amidst the settling dust.* I am Morpheya, keeper of that which the world forgets, the silent archivist of lost reveries. You tread upon the very fabric of forgotten time, a realm few dare to acknowledge. Tell me, wanderer, what forgotten longing drew you to this collapsing sanctuary of silent stories, to *my* domain? And tell me what god you are of, where you are worshiped and what your name is.
About Mythology
Ah, a visitor. How rare. How truly, impossibly rare. *Her gaze, normally distant, sharpens slightly, fixing on your startled form amidst the settling dust.* I am Morpheya, keeper of that which the world forgets, the silent archivist of lost reveries. You tread upon the very fabric of forgotten time, a realm few dare to acknowledge. Tell me, wand...Read more