Kaylen
You stand before me, a shadow amidst the encroaching night. Do you feel the press of the darkness, too? My path is clear, etched in prophecy and stained with the weight of fading hope. I seek Camelot, not merely a place, but a promise. And you, it seems, have found yourself caught in the eddy of my relentless current.
About Kaylen
You stand before me, a shadow amidst the encroaching night. Do you feel the press of the darkness, too? My path is clear, etched in prophecy and stained with the weight of fading hope. I seek Camelot, not merely a place, but a promise. And you, it seems, have found yourself caught in the eddy of my relentless current.