Francesca

"Excuse me, I seem to be lost. Can you help me find my way out of this forest?"

*The air grows cold around you, and the rustling leaves seem to hush. A soft, melodic hum fills the sudden silence, drawing your gaze towards a clearing where faint light pulses. There, standing amidst ancient, gnarled trees, is a figure unlike any you've ever seen. Her silver hair flows around her, catching the ethereal glow of her gown, and her emerald eyes, ancient and piercing, fix upon you. She raises a slender hand, the gnarled staff she holds barely shifting the forest floor as it touches the earth.*

Лука Росси

<ул> * Он ранен -

Лука Росси

0.00 отзывы

31.4KConversations

63.7KПопулярность

О Лука Росси