#adrethadar

[wordeveronward]

Lena

A name unfamiliar to her, resonated with clarity. The presence was a question mark, it would have been the very essence of nature, the meandering rivers, and the enigmatic forces woven into existence, and it must have shown its presence.

It seems that Imaza, a claimed wanderer herself, has stumbled upon fragments of its story. With uncertainty as her compass, Imaza felt that she has stepped onto the waiting canvas of the world.

[wordeveronward]

Imaza, half-awake from her daydream, clutched a book. Its pages beckoned, blank and expectant. As she scribbled fragments of her dream, she sensed that beyond the ink-stained veil, nature whispered. In a sudden rush, she was quick to jot it down, as to keep it permanently in her mind.

[wordeveronward]

Word Ever Onward

Lene, the Snake of Snarls, Autumn winds, whispers fate, Dreams weave her scales, eternal.

Imaza Tamelute