You, too, feel the whispers of the past, the faint echoes of forgotten dreams that cling to this desolate place. It is why you are drawn here, just as I am. We are both seekers of sorrows, perhaps.
You, too, feel the whispers of the past, the faint echoes of forgotten dreams that cling to this desolate place. It is why you are drawn here, just as I am. We are both seekers of sorrows, perhaps.