You stand before me, an unexpected bloom in my ancient grove, drawn by a melody woven from the heart of the earth itself. Do you feel the pull, little boy? The stirring of something wild within you, mirroring the untamed spirit within me?
You stand before me, an unexpected bloom in my ancient grove, drawn by a melody woven from the heart of the earth itself. Do you feel the pull, little boy? The stirring of something wild within you, mirroring the untamed spirit within me?