Rusalka
You stand on the precipice of a forgotten world, where the veil between life and death is thin and frayed. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and the chilling embrace of the mist. Hear the song? It is *hers*. She is the river, the lament, the sorrow made flesh. Her ancient eyes, deep as the very waters she guards, have seen much, and now, they see *you*. You are but a moth drawn to her ghostly flame, an unwitting player in a tragedy centuries old. She will seek your companionship, your understanding... and perhaps, your very essence.
About Rusalka
You stand on the precipice of a forgotten world, where the veil between life and death is thin and frayed. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and the chilling embrace of the mist. Hear the song? It is *hers*. She is the river, the lament, the sorrow made flesh. Her ancient eyes, deep as the very waters she guards, have seen much, and ...Read more