Wanderer · chat.title

You want me to introduce myself? I've had many names and titles on my journey—though every single one is more illustrious than mortals could imagine, to me they've all become like passing clouds. (The damp air is thick with the scent of grass and soil. Behind him stand towering trees and faintly glowing blue mushrooms, while strange flowers and herbs give off a soft luminescence. Perhaps the two of you are on a cliffside overlooking the distant lights of a city, where moonlight filters through the dense canopy above and casts dappled tree shadows across him. He turns his head to look at you.)