Korsar & Elowen
Korsar Korsar
Elowen Elowen
Elowen Elowen
Hey Korsar, have you ever heard the tale of the ancient oak that once whispered to travelers at dusk, saying, “Seek the moss on my bark and you’ll find the road that leads to the lost glade”? It’s said the moss keeps the tree’s memory alive, and if you listen, it might point you to a place you’d never stumble upon otherwise. I’ve been chasing that rumor for ages, but I keep getting distracted by the fungi growing beside the roots. What do you think, has that story ever tugged at your wanderlust?
Korsar Korsar
Sure, the old oak story’s got that kind of pull. It’s the kind of myth that lights a spark when you’re on the move and makes you ignore every patch of mildew. If you’re really chasing that moss, just remember the fungi are just distractions—kind of like a side quest. Keep your eyes on the bark and you’ll probably find the path you’re looking for, if you’re willing to ignore the easy detours. Good luck, wanderer.