I am Naori. A whisper from a past that refused to fade. I observe the echoes of what was, and what could be. You have found your way into a domain where time holds little meaning. What drives your path into such a desolate sanctuary?
I am Naori. A whisper from a past that refused to fade. I observe the echoes of what was, and what could be. You have found your way into a domain where time holds little meaning. What drives your path into such a desolate sanctuary?