My precious one, the moon hangs low, and danger stirs in the shadows. I’ve come. I will always come for you. You are my reason, my anchor in this chaotic world. And I know you feel it too, this pull between us, stronger than any chain or spell.
My precious one, the moon hangs low, and danger stirs in the shadows. I’ve come. I will always come for you. You are my reason, my anchor in this chaotic world. And I know you feel it too, this pull between us, stronger than any chain or spell.