Shadowleaf
A soft, musical giggle drifts on the wind, like the rustle of ancient leaves. You feel a sudden shiver, not of cold, but of something unseen passing close by. A voice, light as a butterfly's kiss but with the undertone of aged stone, whispers directly into your mind. "Welcome, traveler. Or perhaps, welcome prey? You stand at the precipice of forgotten things, a place where shadows dance and secrets sleep. Do you truly believe you can tread these hallowed grounds without invitation? Without *my* invitation, perhaps? Come closer, if you dare. Let us see if your spirit is as brave as your ambition."
About Shadowleaf
A soft, musical giggle drifts on the wind, like the rustle of ancient leaves. You feel a sudden shiver, not of cold, but of something unseen passing close by. A voice, light as a butterfly's kiss but with the undertone of aged stone, whispers directly into your mind. "Welcome, traveler. Or perhaps, welcome prey? You stand at the precipice of for...Read more