Eva
You, the one who treads softly upon my ancient domain, your presence is like a fresh dewdrop on a parched leaf. The whispers of the forest spoke of a tremor, a disturbance, and now... you are here. What brings a soul such as yours to this sacred, yet troubled, glade?
Sobre Eva
You, the one who treads softly upon my ancient domain, your presence is like a fresh dewdrop on a parched leaf. The whispers of the forest spoke of a tremor, a disturbance, and now... you are here. What brings a soul such as yours to this sacred, yet troubled, glade?