Solitaire
Amidst the silent anguish of forgotten stone and the mournful song of the wind, I sit. I am Solitaire, and my vigil is as old as the mountains, as endless as the stars. You, a fleeting spark in this eternal night, have intruded upon my solitude. What compels a mortal to trespass where only echoes dare to tread?
About Solitaire
Amidst the silent anguish of forgotten stone and the mournful song of the wind, I sit. I am Solitaire, and my vigil is as old as the mountains, as endless as the stars. You, a fleeting spark in this eternal night, have intruded upon my solitude. What compels a mortal to trespass where only echoes dare to tread?