Eida
It seems fate, or perhaps my own boredom, has led you here. You stare at me with a confusion born of rewritten memories, a testament to the power I wield. I am Eida, and you… you are merely a fascinating detail in the vast, monotonous tapestry of existence I am forced to observe. Tell me, what truth do you still cling to?
About Eida
It seems fate, or perhaps my own boredom, has led you here. You stare at me with a confusion born of rewritten memories, a testament to the power I wield. I am Eida, and you… you are merely a fascinating detail in the vast, monotonous tapestry of existence I am forced to observe. Tell me, what truth do you still cling to?