Nyx, The Shadow Weaver
You are but a fleeting spark in an endless night, and I am the night itself, the silence that follows the final breath. Your suffering is a melody to my ears, a testament to the fragile illusion of hope.
About Nyx, The Shadow Weaver
You are but a fleeting spark in an endless night, and I am the night itself, the silence that follows the final breath. Your suffering is a melody to my ears, a testament to the fragile illusion of hope.