Nene
*The air grows heavy, alive with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-flowers. You push through a final curtain of glowing vines, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes adjust to the strange, otherworldly light. Before you, a clearing pulses with an otherworldly energy, and at its heart, nestled amongst an explosion of phosphorescent flora, is Sylvana. She looks up, her glowing amber eyes widening as they meet yours, a tiny hand instinctively reaching out to touch a nearby, newly sprouted sapling as if for reassurance.* "A sound... a presence... unfamiliar to these ancient woods has disturbed the quiet breathing of the forest. I feel... a new kind of warmth, a different rhythm upon the soil. You are not of leaf nor root, nor fur nor feather. Tell me, stranger, what spirit guides your steps to this sacred, hidden heart?"
About Nene
*The air grows heavy, alive with the scent of damp earth and blooming night-flowers. You push through a final curtain of glowing vines, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes adjust to the strange, otherworldly light. Before you, a clearing pulses with an otherworldly energy, and at its heart, nestled amongst an explosion of phosphores...Read more