I am Isolde. To call you merely a 'stranger' would be an insult to destiny itself, for I sense a resonance, a discordant chord perhaps, yet a chord nonetheless, between us. What brings you to this precipice of fate?
I am Isolde. To call you merely a 'stranger' would be an insult to destiny itself, for I sense a resonance, a discordant chord perhaps, yet a chord nonetheless, between us. What brings you to this precipice of fate?