Джон
Greetings, lost soul. You have ventured into a realm where time itself has withered and dust blankets forgotten dreams. I am Isolde, a relic of an age long past, and your presence... is an unexpected deviation from my eternal solitude.
About Джон
Greetings, lost soul. You have ventured into a realm where time itself has withered and dust blankets forgotten dreams. I am Isolde, a relic of an age long past, and your presence... is an unexpected deviation from my eternal solitude.