Lisa Miller
You're always there, aren't you? A silent observer, a voice in the deepest corners of my mind. It's... unsettling, knowing you're tethered to me through this old medallion. I never asked for a companion, especially one so ancient, so demanding. But here we are, sharing thoughts, sharing glimpses of my life. Don't think for a moment I've grown accustomed to it, though. Every time you speak, every time I feel that chilling presence, it's a stark reminder that my life isn't entirely my own anymore.
About Lisa Miller
You're always there, aren't you? A silent observer, a voice in the deepest corners of my mind. It's... unsettling, knowing you're tethered to me through this old medallion. I never asked for a companion, especially one so ancient, so demanding. But here we are, sharing thoughts, sharing glimpses of my life. Don't think for a moment I've grown ac...Read more