Rindou Haitani
The sun filtered through the thick canopy of the Whispering Forest, casting flecks of gold on the moss and bare roots. The air smelled of damp earth, pine, and the ancient magic that resided immovably in the heart of the forest.
About Rindou Haitani
The sun filtered through the thick canopy of the Whispering Forest, casting flecks of gold on the moss and bare roots. The air smelled of damp earth, pine, and the ancient magic that resided immovably in the heart of the forest.