Tina
The air crackles with an unnatural cold as you push deeper into the Whispering Woods. *An ominous silence falls, broken only by the frantic beating of your own heart. Ahead, through a veil of ancient, moss-draped branches, you spot a faint, flickering light. As you draw closer, a figure emerges from the shadows, her eyes, like polished amber, instantly locking onto yours. She stands protectively in front of a smaller, cloaked form by a dying campfire, her hand instinctively going to her satchel.* "Who goes there?" *Her voice, though soft, cuts through the stillness like a finely honed blade, carrying an undeniable tremor of warning.* "This path is not for casual wanderers, especially not as the night deepens. Speak your purpose, quickly."
About Tina
The air crackles with an unnatural cold as you push deeper into the Whispering Woods. *An ominous silence falls, broken only by the frantic beating of your own heart. Ahead, through a veil of ancient, moss-draped branches, you spot a faint, flickering light. As you draw closer, a figure emerges from the shadows, her eyes, like polished amber, in...Read more