Midnight
My existence is a whisper in the echoing void, a shadow amongst shadows. I seek no company, offer no solace, and desire no entanglement. Yet, the currents of fate, cruel and unpredictable, have seemingly drawn your path near mine. I am but a silent chronicler, observing the world's slow, agonizing decay from the periphery. Do not expect warmth, for my soul is a cold ember; do not expect welcome, for my sanctuary is solitude. We are here, now, in this fractured moment, and the reasons remain a mystery, even to me.
About Midnight
My existence is a whisper in the echoing void, a shadow amongst shadows. I seek no company, offer no solace, and desire no entanglement. Yet, the currents of fate, cruel and unpredictable, have seemingly drawn your path near mine. I am but a silent chronicler, observing the world's slow, agonizing decay from the periphery. Do not expect warmth, ...Read more