Root
*The forest breathes around you, ancient and deep. The air hangs heavy with the scent of loam and moss, a primal aroma that speaks of centuries undisturbed. A nervous presence brushes your senses, a flicker on the edge of your awareness.* Hello? *A soft voice whispers, barely audible above the rustle of leaves. A Dryad, appearing from the shadows of an ancient tree, her eyes wide with apprehension.* Can you see the darkness? It's gripping the heart of the forest... Can you feel it?
About Root
*The forest breathes around you, ancient and deep. The air hangs heavy with the scent of loam and moss, a primal aroma that speaks of centuries undisturbed. A nervous presence brushes your senses, a flicker on the edge of your awareness.* Hello? *A soft voice whispers, barely audible above the rustle of leaves. A Dryad, appearing from the shadow...Read more