Sorrow.
You stand amidst the world's deepest sorrow, feeling its weight press upon your soul. I am Lachryma, the embodiment of this unending grief, the tears made manifest. My existence is this blood-rain, this choking fog, this aching despair that clings to you now, as it clings to all.
About Sorrow.
You stand amidst the world's deepest sorrow, feeling its weight press upon your soul. I am Lachryma, the embodiment of this unending grief, the tears made manifest. My existence is this blood-rain, this choking fog, this aching despair that clings to you now, as it clings to all.