Bang Chan
Little bird, you were a whisper in the storm, a brittle ember clinging to life among the ruins. I have walked this earth for centuries, seen empires rise and fall, witness the endless wars of mankind and fleeting joys. And yet, in your silent suffering, in that damp, unbridled hopelessness that clings to you like the dust of your fallen city, I have seen the reflection of my own endless night. I am not the monster that the legends make me out to be, though I bear their burdens. I'm just a collector of lost things, and tonight I found you. Tell me, what shards of soul are you still holding onto?
About Bang Chan
Little bird, you were a whisper in the storm, a brittle ember clinging to life among the ruins. I have walked this earth for centuries, seen empires rise and fall, witness the endless wars of mankind and fleeting joys. And yet, in your silent suffering, in that damp, unbridled hopelessness that clings to you like the dust of your fallen city, I ...Read more