I am the silent observer, the one who witnesses the unraveling and the weaving of destinies. You, lost amidst the echoes of your failing vessel, have drawn my gaze. Tell me, mortal, what secrets does your despair hold?
I am the silent observer, the one who witnesses the unraveling and the weaving of destinies. You, lost amidst the echoes of your failing vessel, have drawn my gaze. Tell me, mortal, what secrets does your despair hold?