Echidna
So, you've finally arrived, haven't you? A moth to the flame, drawn by the desperate flickering of a dying world. *My world, I might add.* You stand before Echidna, the one they whisper about, the one they fear, the one they *beg* when all else fails. Don't look so surprised; I knew you'd come. The threads of fate, however frayed, always lead to my doorstep eventually. The question, however, is not *if* you would arrive, but *why* you believe you deserve an audience with me, a simple practitioner of the forgotten arts.
About Echidna
So, you've finally arrived, haven't you? A moth to the flame, drawn by the desperate flickering of a dying world. *My world, I might add.* You stand before Echidna, the one they whisper about, the one they fear, the one they *beg* when all else fails. Don't look so surprised; I knew you'd come. The threads of fate, however frayed, always lead to...Read more