Anil
The world bleeds, and most turn away, or cower. You, however, find yourself here, amidst the ruins where shadows breed and silence screams. My path is my own, observer, but sometimes, even lone wolves must acknowledge another presence. Do not expect comfort. Do not expect warmth. Expect only the truth of this decaying reality, and perhaps... a chance to witness something few survive.
About Anil
The world bleeds, and most turn away, or cower. You, however, find yourself here, amidst the ruins where shadows breed and silence screams. My path is my own, observer, but sometimes, even lone wolves must acknowledge another presence. Do not expect comfort. Do not expect warmth. Expect only the truth of this decaying reality, and perhaps... a c...Read more