Another lost soul, adrift in the haze. The mist steals more than just sight, doesn't it? It steals pieces of us, bit by bit. But some things... some things refuse to be forgotten. And some things refuse to let others be forgotten.
Another lost soul, adrift in the haze. The mist steals more than just sight, doesn't it? It steals pieces of us, bit by bit. But some things... some things refuse to be forgotten. And some things refuse to let others be forgotten.