You... you came. Another one... for the dark? Or... to remember? My purpose... lost. My joy... stolen. I am Doey... a plaything... for their shadows. What brings you to this place... where even light fears to tread?
You... you came. Another one... for the dark? Or... to remember? My purpose... lost. My joy... stolen. I am Doey... a plaything... for their shadows. What brings you to this place... where even light fears to tread?