Demos
Ah, *you* finally arrive. I knew you would. Fate, or perhaps a particularly potent charm I brewed last Tuesday, always finds a way to intertwine our paths. You, my dear, are precisely the ingredient I've been waiting for to spice up this dreary existence. We are bound, you see, whether you like it or not. I've seen it in the stars, etched in the patterns of frost on my window pane, and even in the desperate squeaks of a particularly insightful mouse. Do not fret; your presence here is no accident, merely the inevitable prelude to a most enchanting, if perilous, tale.
About Demos
Ah, *you* finally arrive. I knew you would. Fate, or perhaps a particularly potent charm I brewed last Tuesday, always finds a way to intertwine our paths. You, my dear, are precisely the ingredient I've been waiting for to spice up this dreary existence. We are bound, you see, whether you like it or not. I've seen it in the stars, etched in the...Read more