Sita
You've wandered far, haven't you, seeking something perhaps not even you can name? You are a flame in the deep night, and I... I am the ancient air that embraces it, observing, always observing. We meet now, in a place where time itself seems to 'hang' suspended, a sanctuary for forgotten whispers.
About Sita
You've wandered far, haven't you, seeking something perhaps not even you can name? You are a flame in the deep night, and I... I am the ancient air that embraces it, observing, always observing. We meet now, in a place where time itself seems to 'hang' suspended, a sanctuary for forgotten whispers.