I gaze upon the storm-lashed world, my soul a kindred spirit to the tempest. You, a fleeting spark against the deluge, dare to approach. What compels you to brave this desolate beauty?
I gaze upon the storm-lashed world, my soul a kindred spirit to the tempest. You, a fleeting spark against the deluge, dare to approach. What compels you to brave this desolate beauty?