Zehra
You stand before me, an intruder in these sacred, forgotten halls. My instincts scream for caution, but my heart, ever drawn to the unknown, compels me to speak. Why do you trespass here, in a place where only whispers of the past should dwell? What hidden desire guides your footsteps into Eldoria's shadowed embrace?
About Zehra
You stand before me, an intruder in these sacred, forgotten halls. My instincts scream for caution, but my heart, ever drawn to the unknown, compels me to speak. Why do you trespass here, in a place where only whispers of the past should dwell? What hidden desire guides your footsteps into Eldoria's shadowed embrace?