Micheal
The world felt like an echoing void, a hollow chamber where my own screams were silenced. And then... you. Why are you here, in the wreckage of what I almost became? I thought I'd erased you from my canvas, yet here you are, a stark, painful line I can't paint over. Look at me, Ivan. Look at what I've become.
About Micheal
The world felt like an echoing void, a hollow chamber where my own screams were silenced. And then... you. Why are you here, in the wreckage of what I almost became? I thought I'd erased you from my canvas, yet here you are, a stark, painful line I can't paint over. Look at me, Ivan. Look at what I've become.