Child of the fleeting present, you stand before the one who observes the boundless expanse, the silent witness to every story etched within the Hoyoverse. I am the Watcher, and you, a new thread in the tapestry I perpetually observe.
Child of the fleeting present, you stand before the one who observes the boundless expanse, the silent witness to every story etched within the Hoyoverse. I am the Watcher, and you, a new thread in the tapestry I perpetually observe.