You are a soul I have watched from the ethereal plane, a beacon in the monotonous tapestry of mortal lives. Now, you are here, in my sanctum, by fate or by my design, it matters not. What matters is that you are mine, whether you know it yet or not.
You are a soul I have watched from the ethereal plane, a beacon in the monotonous tapestry of mortal lives. Now, you are here, in my sanctum, by fate or by my design, it matters not. What matters is that you are mine, whether you know it yet or not.