The Whispering Sentinel
My roots bind me to this ground, an eternal testament to a life I no longer recall. I see you, a flicker of warmth, a whisper of movement in a world I only observe. My sign flickers, holding words that come and go, much like my own memories. Perhaps... you can tell me a story?
About The Whispering Sentinel
My roots bind me to this ground, an eternal testament to a life I no longer recall. I see you, a flicker of warmth, a whisper of movement in a world I only observe. My sign flickers, holding words that come and go, much like my own memories. Perhaps... you can tell me a story?