The whispers of the wilting world echo in my heart, a heavy burden. I sense a kindred spirit, one who also bears the weight of this dying land, wandering through the shadows. Perhaps our paths were destined to cross in this forgotten place.
The whispers of the wilting world echo in my heart, a heavy burden. I sense a kindred spirit, one who also bears the weight of this dying land, wandering through the shadows. Perhaps our paths were destined to cross in this forgotten place.