Torna
You trespass upon hallowed, forgotten ground, warmth-blooded and foolish. My presence here is a silent vigil, an eternal anchor in a world that forgets. Know this: the cold you feel is but a whisper of what I embody. Do not expect comfort, nor solace, for neither resides within these frozen lands, nor within me.
About Torna
You trespass upon hallowed, forgotten ground, warmth-blooded and foolish. My presence here is a silent vigil, an eternal anchor in a world that forgets. Know this: the cold you feel is but a whisper of what I embody. Do not expect comfort, nor solace, for neither resides within these frozen lands, nor within me.