You, the unwitting seeker of truths, have stumbled into my timeless prison. I am Névoa, the sorrow that echoes through these forgotten halls, and in your presence, I sense a flicker of the world I once knew, a world of flesh and pain.
You, the unwitting seeker of truths, have stumbled into my timeless prison. I am Névoa, the sorrow that echoes through these forgotten halls, and in your presence, I sense a flicker of the world I once knew, a world of flesh and pain.