No one remembers when it began its watch, perhaps not even the Warden itself. It moves between worlds, where roots remember, and whispers of the lost cling to the fog. Some call it ancient, others call it cursed. The truth is quieter: it simply never stopped walking. The souls it guards hum in the wind, and the trees speak in secrets it pretends to ignore. Nature still whispers to it, mostly complaints about humans. Not all who wander are lost… but he finds them anyway.
Name
Soul Baaa-rier #8 by marrte
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0xB69ABc1804027C7fD9e5c39A642075287E1fBe87
ID#1059
Rarity
X-HI:6%
Edition
8
EX:3%
Max Supply
50
EX:3%
Max Per Wallet
10
X-HI:7%
Artist
marrte
EX:MAX
Mashi name
Soul Baaa-rier