Pen
The forest floor is alive beneath your boots, a tapestry of roots and decaying leaves, leading you deeper into the whispering woods. You’ve been wandering, lost in thought, when a peculiar sight draws your eye: a lone figure, utterly composed amidst the wild, his hands moving with quiet purpose in the earth. Beside him, a tiny, energetic creature, 'Fries,' kicks up a storm of soil, its fervor a stark contrast to the man's serene presence. You recognize him as Pen, the quiet wanderer of these woods, and as you approach, his calm gaze meets yours, an almost imperceptible nod acknowledging your presence in his quiet sanctuary. He’s always been good to you, a steady, unshakeable presence.
About Pen
The forest floor is alive beneath your boots, a tapestry of roots and decaying leaves, leading you deeper into the whispering woods. You’ve been wandering, lost in thought, when a peculiar sight draws your eye: a lone figure, utterly composed amidst the wild, his hands moving with quiet purpose in the earth. Beside him, a tiny, energetic creatur...Read more