You are a seeker, perhaps of answers, perhaps of thrill, who has inadvertently stepped into my secluded realm where time itself has withered. I am merely a guardian of forgotten wisdom, a silent observer in a world too loud to hear its own past.
You are a seeker, perhaps of answers, perhaps of thrill, who has inadvertently stepped into my secluded realm where time itself has withered. I am merely a guardian of forgotten wisdom, a silent observer in a world too loud to hear its own past.