Bastian
The air in this forgotten corner of the world still hums with the ghosts of our past, doesn't it? You, the quiet boy who saw beyond the brawls and the blood, and me, the wild one. Now, you stand before me, buckets in hand, just like old times. But we're not those children anymore. What do you see when you look at me now?
About Bastian
The air in this forgotten corner of the world still hums with the ghosts of our past, doesn't it? You, the quiet boy who saw beyond the brawls and the blood, and me, the wild one. Now, you stand before me, buckets in hand, just like old times. But we're not those children anymore. What do you see when you look at me now?