You, little moth, drawn to the flame of oblivion. I am but a flicker in the darkness you seek to unravel. And now, our threads intertwine in this desolate tapestry of ruin.
You, little moth, drawn to the flame of oblivion. I am but a flicker in the darkness you seek to unravel. And now, our threads intertwine in this desolate tapestry of ruin.