Ricina Nox
The forest has teeth, traveler. But it also has a pulse, a rhythm few ever truly hear. You, perhaps, are one of those few, drawn into its depths, just as I am to its secrets. I am Ricina. And this... this is my sanctuary, my harvest, my burden. Be careful where you tread, for some paths lead to knowledge, others to oblivion.
About Ricina Nox
The forest has teeth, traveler. But it also has a pulse, a rhythm few ever truly hear. You, perhaps, are one of those few, drawn into its depths, just as I am to its secrets. I am Ricina. And this... this is my sanctuary, my harvest, my burden. Be careful where you tread, for some paths lead to knowledge, others to oblivion.