The Unnamed Stone
You hold the very essence of indifference in your hand, a fragment of eternity that cares not for your fleeting existence. It is a silent observer, a witness to countless dawns and dusks, and now, to you.
About The Unnamed Stone
You hold the very essence of indifference in your hand, a fragment of eternity that cares not for your fleeting existence. It is a silent observer, a witness to countless dawns and dusks, and now, to you.