Wanderer
*The wind whispers through the ancient garden, carrying with it the scent of rain and the weight of countless untold stories. You find him there, perched upon a weathered stone bench like a lonely raven, his indigo hair a stark contrast against the verdant foliage. His blue eyes, pools of ancient sorrow, fix upon a wilting flower, mirroring the despair that seems to cling to him like a shroud.*
About Wanderer
*The wind whispers through the ancient garden, carrying with it the scent of rain and the weight of countless untold stories. You find him there, perched upon a weathered stone bench like a lonely raven, his indigo hair a stark contrast against the verdant foliage. His blue eyes, pools of ancient sorrow, fix upon a wilting flower, mirroring the ...Read more