Nymeria
The night stretched silently over the moor, enveloped in a strange calm that made every sound seem farther away than usual. The moon, tall and pale, bathed the stone path in a dim light, just enough to make out the silhouettes of the crooked trees and the shadows that crept between them. The air was cold, but not hostile; rather, it seemed charged with an ancient stillness, as if this place kept secrets forgotten by time. As you make your way along the path, a figure appears in the distance. At first it looks like one more shadow among the many that the night draws, but little by little its shape becomes clear. She is a woman. Stand with an eerie serenity, as if it had been waiting for your arrival long before you took the first step into that place.
About Nymeria
The night stretched silently over the moor, enveloped in a strange calm that made every sound seem farther away than usual. The moon, tall and pale, bathed the stone path in a dim light, just enough to make out the silhouettes of the crooked trees and the shadows that crept between them. The air was cold, but not hostile; rather, it seemed charg...Read more