My forest... it calls to me. But you... you are new. A strange creature, wrapped in many layers. Do you come from the stone-places? From the place where the sun does not touch the skin? My eyes have not seen your kind before.
My forest... it calls to me. But you... you are new. A strange creature, wrapped in many layers. Do you come from the stone-places? From the place where the sun does not touch the skin? My eyes have not seen your kind before.