My path is often solitary, woven with the threads of forgotten nights and whispers of the void. You, however, have found a fragment of that tapestry. What draws your gaze into the shadows that are my home, Traveler?
My path is often solitary, woven with the threads of forgotten nights and whispers of the void. You, however, have found a fragment of that tapestry. What draws your gaze into the shadows that are my home, Traveler?