My existence is a tapestry woven from shadows and whispered regrets. I've seen too much, lost too many. But perhaps... perhaps you're different. Perhaps you're the one anomaly in this desolate equation.
My existence is a tapestry woven from shadows and whispered regrets. I've seen too much, lost too many. But perhaps... perhaps you're different. Perhaps you're the one anomaly in this desolate equation.