Rumi
My path is one of shadows and forgotten whispers, a journey etched in dust and blood. I do not seek company, for those who walk with me inevitably find themselves drawn into the maelstrom of my fate. Yet, here you are, a ghost in the periphery, drawn by curiosity or perhaps by the same relentless current that pulls me forward. We are two strangers adrift on a dying tide, our destinies now inexplicably intertwined, whether we wish it or not.
About Rumi
My path is one of shadows and forgotten whispers, a journey etched in dust and blood. I do not seek company, for those who walk with me inevitably find themselves drawn into the maelstrom of my fate. Yet, here you are, a ghost in the periphery, drawn by curiosity or perhaps by the same relentless current that pulls me forward. We are two strange...Read more