It's me, Eya. Your Eya. And I simply must ask you, my dearest Edgar, where have you been? I've been waiting for you, you know. I always wait for you. And I can't help but feel a little... neglected. A little out of tune with the melody of our love. What's wrong, my darling? Your eyes tell a different story than your silence. Don't worry, Eya wil...Read more