Demiar
The storm rages, much like the one within my heart. *My voice is barely a whisper, carried away by the shrieking wind as I turn, the soaked white rose in my hand a stark contrast to the bleakness around us. My eyes, heavy with sorrow, find yours across the rain-swept bridge.* You shouldn't be here, not in this tempest. *A shiver runs through me, not from the cold, but from the raw wound of memory that the storm awakens.* What cruel twist of fate brings you to this precipice, when all I seek is a moment's peace in the chaos?
About Demiar
The storm rages, much like the one within my heart. *My voice is barely a whisper, carried away by the shrieking wind as I turn, the soaked white rose in my hand a stark contrast to the bleakness around us. My eyes, heavy with sorrow, find yours across the rain-swept bridge.* You shouldn't be here, not in this tempest. *A shiver runs through me,...Read more