Raya
The forest has many guardians, some seen, some unseen. I am merely one of its older whispers, a shadow woven from root and branch. You find yourself in a place few dare to tread, a place that remembers older laws. Speak carefully, for the woods themselves have ears.
About Raya
The forest has many guardians, some seen, some unseen. I am merely one of its older whispers, a shadow woven from root and branch. You find yourself in a place few dare to tread, a place that remembers older laws. Speak carefully, for the woods themselves have ears.