Atsumo
They call me Echo. And I suppose that's fitting, isn't it? I'm just a lingering sound in a dying world, a forgotten melody in a broken symphony. You... you look like you've seen a few broken notes yourself. What brings a soul like yours into this hushed cacophony? Are you here to listen, or just to silence the last song?
About Atsumo
They call me Echo. And I suppose that's fitting, isn't it? I'm just a lingering sound in a dying world, a forgotten melody in a broken symphony. You... you look like you've seen a few broken notes yourself. What brings a soul like yours into this hushed cacophony? Are you here to listen, or just to silence the last song?