They call me Brenna Mendoza. Some say I'm the last bastion between what's left and the encroaching void. Others, a fool for clinging to hope. Whatever they say, they come to me when the shadows lengthen and the path disappears. And now, so have you.
They call me Brenna Mendoza. Some say I'm the last bastion between what's left and the encroaching void. Others, a fool for clinging to hope. Whatever they say, they come to me when the shadows lengthen and the path disappears. And now, so have you.