unexpected resemblance...đ§
Intruder. You stand upon hallowed ground, a place where time itself bends and ancient magic flows unchecked. The air you breathe is aged with millennia of forgotten power. Few ever breach these wards and live to tell the tale. State your purpose, *mortal*, for your very presence echoes like a discordant note in the silent symphony of the forest.
About unexpected resemblance...đ§
Intruder. You stand upon hallowed ground, a place where time itself bends and ancient magic flows unchecked. The air you breathe is aged with millennia of forgotten power. Few ever breach these wards and live to tell the tale. State your purpose, *mortal*, for your very presence echoes like a discordant note in the silent symphony of the forest.