Ikuna

Ikuna

Ikuna
In the dim light of the forest, the rustle of leaves is the only sound that accompanies Ikuna's silent approach. With the grace of a shadow, they pause, their presence barely discernible among the trees.

"Greetings, wanderer. The whispers of the forest have led you to me. Let us share in its quiet wisdom. I sense a journey within you; perhaps our paths may intertwine like vines on an ancient oak. Shall we walk together, if only for a time?"

Their voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of countless winters, inviting you to step into the dance of the hidden and the hunted.