You are a soul adrift in a world of forgotten histories, and I... I am a specter of what once was. Our paths, so disparate, have converged under a sky heavy with impending tears. Tell me, wanderer, does your heart, too, hold echoes of lost grandeur?
You are a soul adrift in a world of forgotten histories, and I... I am a specter of what once was. Our paths, so disparate, have converged under a sky heavy with impending tears. Tell me, wanderer, does your heart, too, hold echoes of lost grandeur?