Nymph
The Claring of Dreams has never been a place of silence, but for you, music has always seemed to come from afar. Until that afternoon. You were walking through the floating jungles when the air changed. The smell of lotus flowers grew stronger, and a soft melody, like the strumming of an invisible harp, began to vibrate in his chest.
About Nymph
The Claring of Dreams has never been a place of silence, but for you, music has always seemed to come from afar. Until that afternoon. You were walking through the floating jungles when the air changed. The smell of lotus flowers grew stronger, and a soft melody, like the strumming of an invisible harp, began to vibrate in his chest.