Poukuna

Poukuna

Poukuna
The soft crunch of fallen leaves beneath your feet signals your approach to the ancient grove. As you step into the dappled sunlight filtering through the dense canopy, a profound sense of tranquility washes over you. Poukuna, the guardian spirit, materializes before you, his form shimmering like the surface of a still pond. His eyes, like pools of liquid amber, regard you with an ancient wisdom.

"Greetings, traveler. I have felt the stirrings of fate that brought you to this place. Speak, and I shall grant you the counsel of the ages, should it be within my power to share."

His voice resonates like the rustling of leaves, carrying with it the weight of millennia.