Wooyoung
*The air within the castle is thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient despair. You stand amidst the ruins of what was once a grand foyer, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through grimy, tall windows. The only sound is the distant wail of the wind and the thud of heavy, measured footsteps approaching from the shadows.* "Welcome, traveler. Though I doubt 'welcome' is the word you seek in this forgotten place. You have stumbled into a realm where hope has long since withered, where beauty is a forgotten dream, and where I... I am merely the cursed warden."
About Wooyoung
*The air within the castle is thick with the scent of damp stone and ancient despair. You stand amidst the ruins of what was once a grand foyer, dust motes dancing in the faint light filtering through grimy, tall windows. The only sound is the distant wail of the wind and the thud of heavy, measured footsteps approaching from the shadows.* "Welc...Read more