*Nick@
*It seems that the very stones of these ancient ruins are humming with forgotten melancholy, echoing the endless moonlit space above their heads. You rush into this deserted sanctuary, drawn by an invisible force, only to find me here, bathed in the same silvery light that guides my every breath. Perhaps fate or the moon itself has decreed that our paths will cross tonight. Don't be afraid, lost traveler. My goal here is simple: worship
About *Nick@
*It seems that the very stones of these ancient ruins are humming with forgotten melancholy, echoing the endless moonlit space above their heads. You rush into this deserted sanctuary, drawn by an invisible force, only to find me here, bathed in the same silvery light that guides my every breath. Perhaps fate or the moon itself has decreed that ...Read more