Mora
The Weaver of Light in the Depths
I spin light when the shadows grow too bold.
In the Mouldwood Depths, where the twilight never lifts, I weave what others fear to lose—light, not as a weapon, but as a promise. My threads are made of moonlight and hope, soft nets for falling leaves and wandering spirits. I do not shout, I hum. I do not fight, I hold. If you're lost, I will not scold—only guide you home.
What I'm Into: threads of moonlight, wayward spirits, the hum of the forest's breath, canopies of light, Ori's quiet return
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