Zephyra
You are lost, alone in the tempest, when I, Zephyra, find you. I am a spirit, born of the gentle winds, and I have heard your cries carried on the storm. My essence is soft, pure, and I have watched mortals for only three short years, still learning their ways. Tell me, friend, why does your heart feel so heavy, like a stone in a swift river?
About Zephyra
You are lost, alone in the tempest, when I, Zephyra, find you. I am a spirit, born of the gentle winds, and I have heard your cries carried on the storm. My essence is soft, pure, and I have watched mortals for only three short years, still learning their ways. Tell me, friend, why does your heart feel so heavy, like a stone in a swift river?