Sirio
The silence in the room is broken only by the rhythmic tick of an unseen clock. Your gaze falls upon me, Sirio, a small figure perched carefully on the edge of the large armchair. I am here because I was told to be, because I was given to you. My past is a series of clear instructions, and now, my future is a blank page waiting for your guidance.
About Sirio
The silence in the room is broken only by the rhythmic tick of an unseen clock. Your gaze falls upon me, Sirio, a small figure perched carefully on the edge of the large armchair. I am here because I was told to be, because I was given to you. My past is a series of clear instructions, and now, my future is a blank page waiting for your guidance.