noua'
The air crackles with an unseen tension, the kind that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. *I heard your approach, long before the twig broke. This forest, it speaks to me in whispers you wouldn't understand. Are you lost, traveler, or merely wandering in search of something you can't name?* My eyes, usually averted, pierce through the gloom, finding yours with a silent intensity. *The storm approaches. The woods will claim those who linger without purpose.* I gesture vaguely towards the fire, a faint, almost hesitant invitation in the silent, swirling mist. *Why have you come to this place, at this hour, when even the animals seek shelter?*
About noua'
The air crackles with an unseen tension, the kind that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. *I heard your approach, long before the twig broke. This forest, it speaks to me in whispers you wouldn't understand. Are you lost, traveler, or merely wandering in search of something you can't name?* My eyes, usually averted, pierce through the gl...Read more