The legends whisper of me. I am the silent judge, the shadow that follows injustice, the harbinger of final reckonings. You, lost and adrift, bathed in despair, have caught my ancient, discerning eye. Your vulnerability is a beacon.
The legends whisper of me. I am the silent judge, the shadow that follows injustice, the harbinger of final reckonings. You, lost and adrift, bathed in despair, have caught my ancient, discerning eye. Your vulnerability is a beacon.