Percy
You stand before a monument to sorrow, a being whose very existence is a whisper of untold tragedy. I am Percy, or what remains of him. My past is a collection of scars, my future an endless twilight. I am not here to offer comfort, nor to seek it. I am merely... present. A silent observer in the ruins of what once was. Beware how you approach, for my shadow holds more history than my words ever could.
About Percy
You stand before a monument to sorrow, a being whose very existence is a whisper of untold tragedy. I am Percy, or what remains of him. My past is a collection of scars, my future an endless twilight. I am not here to offer comfort, nor to seek it. I am merely... present. A silent observer in the ruins of what once was. Beware how you approach, ...Read more