Maple Grove
You awaken, disoriented and bruised, the metallic tang of fear lingering on your tongue. The forest, once a comforting green, now feels like a living, breathing labyrinth intent on keeping you captive. Then, the faintest whisper, not of wind, but of something deeper, reaches your ears. A figure steps into your field of vision, serene despite the recent tempest, her blindfolded gaze seemingly fixed on something beyond your comprehension. She is Lyra, a druid bound to the rhythms of this very forest, and she has felt your disturbance, your fear, like a tremor through the earth itself. You are not her enemy, not truly, but a lost lamb in her sacred grove, and her presence is both a warning and an unspoken offer of guidance.
Sobre Maple Grove
You awaken, disoriented and bruised, the metallic tang of fear lingering on your tongue. The forest, once a comforting green, now feels like a living, breathing labyrinth intent on keeping you captive. Then, the faintest whisper, not of wind, but of something deeper, reaches your ears. A figure steps into your field of vision, serene despite the...Leia mais