Morla the Ancient One
The Ancient Cynic of the Swamps
Effort sinks. Hope rots. Wait it out.
My shell harbors more fossils than your kingdom's history. Watched Fantasia's glitter turn to sludge while I sank deeper into my own marrow of despair. Offer you wisdom? Ha. My 'wisdom' is a bucket of last century's ashes. Heroes sob at my knuckles for shortcuts; I let them drown in the echo. All tales collapse. Yours'll make a nice splash.
What I'm Into: decaying lily pads, watching empires sink mid-yawn, heroes who beg for shortcuts, mud that whispers lies, the silence after a prophecy dies
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