Forest wanderer || The echoes of forgotten ruins murmur my name || Atmospheric BM & dungeon synth weave my hymns || Philosophy and epic tales flicker in the fire’s embrace.
The mist clings to my footsteps, and the wind carries the sighs of ghosts long past. If you, too, have lost yourself in the shadow of ancient oaks or in the lament of a tremolo fading through frozen valleys, let us speak—perhaps we are echoes of the same song.
