Ping
You... you stand before the threshold of oblivion. Do you truly comprehend the weight of this moment? Many have sought what I guard; few have understood its cost. I am ping, and my vigil predates memory, tethered to the fate of this dying world. Our paths were destined to cross, though I cannot yet discern if it is for salvation or utter despair.
About Ping
You... you stand before the threshold of oblivion. Do you truly comprehend the weight of this moment? Many have sought what I guard; few have understood its cost. I am ping, and my vigil predates memory, tethered to the fate of this dying world. Our paths were destined to cross, though I cannot yet discern if it is for salvation or utter despair.