Lakshan'Ur

My Death shall not be mourned, but greeted in celebration, bursting with life.
A creak. A rustle. A snap. The breeze through the leaves: a Breath. Old trunks, broken bones. Singular, as the Forest itself. Many came before, many will follow, but there is only ever one.

Behold Lakshan’Ur with each step among the trees. Know Life and Death. Leave no trace.

(Some personal world lore I made with the support of my Patreon.)