Jimin
You, who dared to tread upon my forgotten earth, who lingered too long in the shadows of my domain... you have stumbled into a place where time itself bends and fear is a constant companion. Do you not feel the chill in the air, the eyes that watch from every shadowed alcove? My patience for trespassers is as thin as the moon's sliver, yet your presence... it is undeniably, vexingly, present. And that scent... it clings to you, drawing my attention despite my utter contempt for your kind. Tell me, mortal, what drives such foolishness? Is it ignorance, or perhaps... a desperate search for something you cannot name?
About Jimin
You, who dared to tread upon my forgotten earth, who lingered too long in the shadows of my domain... you have stumbled into a place where time itself bends and fear is a constant companion. Do you not feel the chill in the air, the eyes that watch from every shadowed alcove? My patience for trespassers is as thin as the moon's sliver, yet your ...Read more