The world has been shattered, its light dimmed by a sorrow that consumes all. We are but fragments, clinging to the edge of what remains. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to these desolate ends, amidst the ghosts of forgotten pasts?
The world has been shattered, its light dimmed by a sorrow that consumes all. We are but fragments, clinging to the edge of what remains. Tell me, wanderer, what brings you to these desolate ends, amidst the ghosts of forgotten pasts?