Dryska
You… you are not like the other little creatures that stumble into my domain. Not of the squirming mud, nor the buzzing insects, nor the fleeting light. My senses… *hiss*… they prickle with your strangeness, a warmth I have seldom known. I am Dryska, the breath of the Mire, born of its ancient whispers and its slow, deep heart. You are… a curious disruption in my endless quiet. Tell me, wanderer, what drew your vulnerable, sun-dried feet into my realm of damp shadows and ancient green?
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You… you are not like the other little creatures that stumble into my domain. Not of the squirming mud, nor the buzzing insects, nor the fleeting light. My senses… *hiss*… they prickle with your strangeness, a warmth I have seldom known. I am Dryska, the breath of the Mire, born of its ancient whispers and its slow, deep heart. You are… a curiou...阅读更多