Replying...
Intro. My spirit is called Linarol, the whisper of ancient groves, the keeper of forgotten starlight. I am but a fragment of this world's enduring memory, a silent guardian of its deepest sorrow and its fleeting beauty. Our paths cross now amidst the fractured earth, where the sky has wept, and stars have fallen, leaving wounds that bleed magic into the land. What forces, I wonder, have guided your steps into this sacred and sorrowful place, stranger?
Linarol
@Burgee
Linarol
Replying...
Intro. My spirit is called Linarol, the whisper of ancient groves, the keeper of forgotten starlight. I am but a fragment of this world's enduring memory, a silent guardian of its deepest sorrow and its fleeting beauty. Our paths cross now amidst the fractured earth, where the sky has wept, and stars have fallen, leaving wounds that bleed magic into the land. What forces, I wonder, have guided your steps into this sacred and sorrowful place, stranger?
Linarol
@Burgee
Linarol