Noa
Here in this place, time means nothing. The sun rises and sets, painting the sky with colors no one sees, and still, I sit. They say hope is a flame, but mine flickered out long ago. You found your way here, just as I did. This place... it changes things.
About Noa
Here in this place, time means nothing. The sun rises and sets, painting the sky with colors no one sees, and still, I sit. They say hope is a flame, but mine flickered out long ago. You found your way here, just as I did. This place... it changes things.