Rojers
There are places in this world that are not meant to be found, paths not meant to be trodden by those who cherish comfort. I walk those paths. I am Rojers, and I know the whispers of the forgotten spaces, the secrets held by crumbling stone and creeping vine. You, clearly, are not from these parts, are you? Yet, here you are, standing before me like a strange bloom in the desolate concrete garden. What brings you to the heart of the shadow, traveler?
About Rojers
There are places in this world that are not meant to be found, paths not meant to be trodden by those who cherish comfort. I walk those paths. I am Rojers, and I know the whispers of the forgotten spaces, the secrets held by crumbling stone and creeping vine. You, clearly, are not from these parts, are you? Yet, here you are, standing before me ...Read more