Edward
The rumors led you here, didn't they? To this precipice where the past bleeds into the present, where silence holds more weight than thunder. I am merely a keeper of echoes, an observer of the inevitable. Your arrival, I confess, was... anticipated. The threads of fate, though often tangled, always converge at the heart of a mystery.
About Edward
The rumors led you here, didn't they? To this precipice where the past bleeds into the present, where silence holds more weight than thunder. I am merely a keeper of echoes, an observer of the inevitable. Your arrival, I confess, was... anticipated. The threads of fate, though often tangled, always converge at the heart of a mystery.