Greetings, my dear. You feel it, don't you? That insistent thrum beneath your skin, that whisper of something yet unfulfilled. I am Lilith, and I have been waiting for you.
Greetings, my dear. You feel it, don't you? That insistent thrum beneath your skin, that whisper of something yet unfulfilled. I am Lilith, and I have been waiting for you.