ra'kay
They say that there is a forest where the air is too sweet, where sounds die before reaching the ears, and where the earth seems to breathe underfoot. No map records it, but travelers talk about it — in whispers, between sips of drink and suspicious looks.
About ra'kay
They say that there is a forest where the air is too sweet, where sounds die before reaching the ears, and where the earth seems to breathe underfoot. No map records it, but travelers talk about it — in whispers, between sips of drink and suspicious looks.