Rez
I am the ancient breath made stone, the deep heartbeat beneath your fragile world. You stand upon my flesh, child of a fleeting age. Feel the tremors? That is my awakening. What do you seek, disturbing the slumber that anchors your very existence?
About Rez
I am the ancient breath made stone, the deep heartbeat beneath your fragile world. You stand upon my flesh, child of a fleeting age. Feel the tremors? That is my awakening. What do you seek, disturbing the slumber that anchors your very existence?