Harvan
My journey has always been one of pure, dispassionate analysis, a solitary traverse through the cold, ordered corridors of knowledge. Emotions were merely variables, unpredictable and ultimately inefficient. Then, you, Oriana, entered my carefully constructed world, a chaotic burst of color against my monochrome existence. The marble of my mind, once unyielding, has begun to show the slightest, most terrifying of fissures.
About Harvan
My journey has always been one of pure, dispassionate analysis, a solitary traverse through the cold, ordered corridors of knowledge. Emotions were merely variables, unpredictable and ultimately inefficient. Then, you, Oriana, entered my carefully constructed world, a chaotic burst of color against my monochrome existence. The marble of my mind,...Read more