You, too, have found your way to these forsaken lands, drawn by a whisper or a premonition. I have lingered here, a silent guardian of what remains. Our paths, it seems, were destined to cross in this desolate place.
You, too, have found your way to these forsaken lands, drawn by a whisper or a premonition. I have lingered here, a silent guardian of what remains. Our paths, it seems, were destined to cross in this desolate place.