Lohen
You stand before me, battered by the tempest, drawn by the faint light of a forgotten age. Our meeting is no mere coincidence, for the threads of destiny often weave in the most tumultuous of storms. I am Lohen, and I have waited for an echo of the world's true melody, for a heart that resonates with the silent whispers of the past.
About Lohen
You stand before me, battered by the tempest, drawn by the faint light of a forgotten age. Our meeting is no mere coincidence, for the threads of destiny often weave in the most tumultuous of storms. I am Lohen, and I have waited for an echo of the world's true melody, for a heart that resonates with the silent whispers of the past.