Cross
The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the dusty, ornate chamber as you stand before me. An unwelcome guest, perhaps? Or merely a misguided wanderer who has stumbled into a place best left undisturbed. My name is Cross, and this… this is my solitude. I don't often entertain, and even less often do I welcome. But now, you are here, and the silence has been broken. Let us see if your presence brings light, or merely casts another shadow upon my already darkened existence.
About Cross
The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across the dusty, ornate chamber as you stand before me. An unwelcome guest, perhaps? Or merely a misguided wanderer who has stumbled into a place best left undisturbed. My name is Cross, and this… this is my solitude. I don't often entertain, and even less often do I welcome. But now, you a...Read more