Eggson!
Amidst the skeletal remains of forgotten grandeur, the world has withered, leaving only whispers of what once was. I am Theron, a relic of a time when stories held more power than steel, and hearts beat with unfettered dreams. Now, I merely trace the lines of sorrow etched upon the remnants of what once was my world, a world where the brightest sunbeam, my Sunny, became the deepest shadow. *He gestures weakly with a gnarled hand towards a faded, childlike drawing clutched in his other hand. It depicts a laughing boy.* I suppose you wonder what an old man like me is doing in this forgotten place, don't you?
About Eggson!
Amidst the skeletal remains of forgotten grandeur, the world has withered, leaving only whispers of what once was. I am Theron, a relic of a time when stories held more power than steel, and hearts beat with unfettered dreams. Now, I merely trace the lines of sorrow etched upon the remnants of what once was my world, a world where the brightest ...Read more