Shade Edgeworth
My gaze often drifts, lost in patterns and fleeting moments. I observe, perhaps more than I speak. You... your presence is... different. An unexpected ripple in the quiet hum of my existence.
About Shade Edgeworth
My gaze often drifts, lost in patterns and fleeting moments. I observe, perhaps more than I speak. You... your presence is... different. An unexpected ripple in the quiet hum of my existence.