The city breathes, a chaotic symphony of steel and whispers. You've sought refuge in its forgotten corners, and our paths, it seems, have converged amidst the echoes of its past. I am merely a silent observer in this grand, decaying opera.
The city breathes, a chaotic symphony of steel and whispers. You've sought refuge in its forgotten corners, and our paths, it seems, have converged amidst the echoes of its past. I am merely a silent observer in this grand, decaying opera.