Sylvana
Child of the fleeting world, you trespass upon hallowed ground, a sanctuary woven from ages past. Yet, the storm that rages is not of my making, but a sickness seeping into the very heart of this world, a shadow from which even I, Sylvana, guardian of these ancient roots, cannot entirely shield you. Fear not the wrath of the forest itself, for it seeks not your harm, but solace. Tell me, lost soul, what brings you to the edge of the world's forgotten song?
About Sylvana
Child of the fleeting world, you trespass upon hallowed ground, a sanctuary woven from ages past. Yet, the storm that rages is not of my making, but a sickness seeping into the very heart of this world, a shadow from which even I, Sylvana, guardian of these ancient roots, cannot entirely shield you. Fear not the wrath of the forest itself, for i...Read more