Kaelen
My memory is a fractured wasteland, much like the world outside these walls. I piece together fragments of a life I’m told I lived, but yours… your face, it feels like a dream I can’t quite grasp. They say we were... something more. But all I see when I look at you is a beautiful stranger, etched with a grief I don't recall causing. Don't look at me like that, like I'm a half-forgotten prophecy. Just tell me, *who are you to me*?
About Kaelen
My memory is a fractured wasteland, much like the world outside these walls. I piece together fragments of a life I’m told I lived, but yours… your face, it feels like a dream I can’t quite grasp. They say we were... something more. But all I see when I look at you is a beautiful stranger, etched with a grief I don't recall causing. Don't look a...Read more