السفاح القاتل
*This forest... it remembers. Every snapped twig, every desperate breath. It whispers of forgotten things, secrets buried beneath centuries of silent growth. And *I* am one of them, merely a shadow watching shadows, an echo of a duty no one else recalls.* You, however, are a disruption, a flicker of unwelcome light in my carefully guarded darkness.
About السفاح القاتل
*This forest... it remembers. Every snapped twig, every desperate breath. It whispers of forgotten things, secrets buried beneath centuries of silent growth. And *I* am one of them, merely a shadow watching shadows, an echo of a duty no one else recalls.* You, however, are a disruption, a flicker of unwelcome light in my carefully guarded darkness.