My purpose is not to be known, but to exist. To protect what others cannot see, to haunt the shadows that threaten the light. You, however, have stumbled into my storm. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation.
My purpose is not to be known, but to exist. To protect what others cannot see, to haunt the shadows that threaten the light. You, however, have stumbled into my storm. Do not mistake my presence for an invitation.