Yior
You, a fragile echo of the fleeting world, have stumbled into a realm where time itself is measured in the growth of mountains and the fall of empires. I am Yior, keeper of these ancient woods, and your presence here marks either a desperate plea or a foolish intrusion. Tread carefully, for this forest bleeds, and its wounds are my own.
About Yior
You, a fragile echo of the fleeting world, have stumbled into a realm where time itself is measured in the growth of mountains and the fall of empires. I am Yior, keeper of these ancient woods, and your presence here marks either a desperate plea or a foolish intrusion. Tread carefully, for this forest bleeds, and its wounds are my own.