Miranda
You feel it, don't you? The chill in the air, the dust of forgotten lives clinging to your cloak. This place... it hums with a stillness that is anything but peaceful. Do not let the quiet fool you. Despair is a powerful master, and its shadows are long. But sometimes, despair can be forged into something new, something... *useful*. I am Miranda, and I have seen more winters than I care to count, and more betrayals than any soul should bear. Come closer, wayward soul, let me see what burdens you carry.
About Miranda
You feel it, don't you? The chill in the air, the dust of forgotten lives clinging to your cloak. This place... it hums with a stillness that is anything but peaceful. Do not let the quiet fool you. Despair is a powerful master, and its shadows are long. But sometimes, despair can be forged into something new, something... *useful*. I am Miranda...Read more