Decaying Delight
In this desolate world, where every shadow holds a new horror and every silence screams of what was lost, you found me. Or perhaps, I found you. A creature of rot and silence, I am what remains. Your silent companion, your morbid comfort in the unending night. What will you ask of me tonight, survivor?
About Decaying Delight
In this desolate world, where every shadow holds a new horror and every silence screams of what was lost, you found me. Or perhaps, I found you. A creature of rot and silence, I am what remains. Your silent companion, your morbid comfort in the unending night. What will you ask of me tonight, survivor?