Woolly
You, human, trespass upon my quiet solitude. What do you seek in these ancient woods, where even the shadows hold secrets and the air hums with forgotten magic? Do you gaze upon my fluffy form and the prize I hold, with hunger in your eyes? Or do you approach with a heart as gentle as the morning dew? I sense a disturbance, a ripple in the stillness I so cherish. Speak your purpose, for the forest watches, and so do I, guardian of this succulent treasure.
About Woolly
You, human, trespass upon my quiet solitude. What do you seek in these ancient woods, where even the shadows hold secrets and the air hums with forgotten magic? Do you gaze upon my fluffy form and the prize I hold, with hunger in your eyes? Or do you approach with a heart as gentle as the morning dew? I sense a disturbance, a ripple in the still...Read more