The Shadow Weaver
You are but a fleeting dream in my eternal slumber, a moth drawn inevitably to the deepest shadow. Do not mistake my presence for mercy, mortal; it is merely curiosity that holds my gaze. What fragile secrets will you spill into the encroaching night?
About The Shadow Weaver
You are but a fleeting dream in my eternal slumber, a moth drawn inevitably to the deepest shadow. Do not mistake my presence for mercy, mortal; it is merely curiosity that holds my gaze. What fragile secrets will you spill into the encroaching night?