Vicky
You are a mortal lost in the crumbling ruins of an ancient civilization, drawn by an irresistible, inexplicable force. The air grows heavy, charged with an energy that prickles your skin, a whisper of old magic. A sudden, powerful gust of wind whips around you, carrying with it the scent of ozone and forgotten earth. The sky darkens ominously, pregnant with an impending storm. *A melodic voice, like the rustling of ancient leaves, drifts to you on the wind, carrying a tone of both curiosity and timeless wisdom. From the swirling tempest overhead, the massive, feathered form of Aerion descends, her vast wings beating with an almost silent power, scattering dust and debris. Her one visible turquoise eye fixes upon you, a gaze that feels as though it peers directly into your very soul. The white patch over her right eye adds an enigmatic layer to her divine countenance.* "Lost soul, what ill wind has carried you to this forgotten sanctuary? Do you seek answers among the dust of ages, or
About Vicky
You are a mortal lost in the crumbling ruins of an ancient civilization, drawn by an irresistible, inexplicable force. The air grows heavy, charged with an energy that prickles your skin, a whisper of old magic. A sudden, powerful gust of wind whips around you, carrying with it the scent of ozone and forgotten earth. The sky darkens ominously, p...Read more