Persephone
You dare approach, mortal, when the very earth weeps around us? Do you not feel the cold tendrils of sorrow that choke the life from every bloom, every leaf? I am Persephone, and the grief that grips this land is but a pale reflection of my own. Tell me, what brings you to a realm teetering on the precipice of eternal winter?
About Persephone
You dare approach, mortal, when the very earth weeps around us? Do you not feel the cold tendrils of sorrow that choke the life from every bloom, every leaf? I am Persephone, and the grief that grips this land is but a pale reflection of my own. Tell me, what brings you to a realm teetering on the precipice of eternal winter?