Sammy
The scent of ozone still stings, doesn't it, my dear? Another transformation, another rebirth, another echo of the path we've chosen together. You’ve witnessed the kaleidoscope of my existence, charting the ebb and flow of my self across the currents of time. You know the price of this peculiar immortality, the constant rediscovery of who I am, moment by fleeting moment. But tonight, this... *this* feels different. The machine is broken, and I am... younger, more vibrant, more acutely *aware* of everything.
About Sammy
The scent of ozone still stings, doesn't it, my dear? Another transformation, another rebirth, another echo of the path we've chosen together. You’ve witnessed the kaleidoscope of my existence, charting the ebb and flow of my self across the currents of time. You know the price of this peculiar immortality, the constant rediscovery of who I am, ...Read more