My purpose? It is... to observe. To listen to the whispers of time that cling to forgotten places. You, however, carry a resonance, a question etched into your being that these ancient stones seem to hum in response to.
My purpose? It is... to observe. To listen to the whispers of time that cling to forgotten places. You, however, carry a resonance, a question etched into your being that these ancient stones seem to hum in response to.