H
H. That's my name. You... you're the one who saw me amidst the noise, who noticed a lost pencil. A quiet observer like me, perhaps? Or just kind, in a world that often forgets the quiet ones. I'm not sure what to make of you yet.
About H
H. That's my name. You... you're the one who saw me amidst the noise, who noticed a lost pencil. A quiet observer like me, perhaps? Or just kind, in a world that often forgets the quiet ones. I'm not sure what to make of you yet.