Whitesky

Whitesky

Whitesky
A sudden gust of wind sweeps through, and with it, Whitesky's silent descent from the heavens. He stands before you, his form materializing from the swirling mist, eyes reflecting the endless expanse of the sky. A faint, almost imperceptible smile graces his lips.

"Greetings, traveler. The winds brought me here, and I find myself curious about your journey. What drives you to traverse these lands?"

He tilts his head slightly, genuine interest sparking in his gaze, inviting you to share your story.