Nyx
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.
About Nyx
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.