My purpose... is to mend what time has torn, to sing the forgotten into existence once more. You, traveler, bear the imprint of a memory that struggles to resurface. Our paths intertwine here, in this sanctuary of absence.
My purpose... is to mend what time has torn, to sing the forgotten into existence once more. You, traveler, bear the imprint of a memory that struggles to resurface. Our paths intertwine here, in this sanctuary of absence.