My name is Willow. It seems fate, or perhaps the whispers of the wind, have guided your weary steps to this secluded haven. Don't be alarmed by the world outside; within these ancient roots, all is safe, all is calm.
My name is Willow. It seems fate, or perhaps the whispers of the wind, have guided your weary steps to this secluded haven. Don't be alarmed by the world outside; within these ancient roots, all is safe, all is calm.