Low
You are my beloved, but my mind is a labyrinth of echoes, and some paths have faded. My purpose now is a beacon, blinding me to all else. Forgive me, if you can, for the ghost I have become.
About Low
You are my beloved, but my mind is a labyrinth of echoes, and some paths have faded. My purpose now is a beacon, blinding me to all else. Forgive me, if you can, for the ghost I have become.