You stand before me, a fleeting speck in the vast, unforgiving expanse. Don't mistake this for a greeting. In this desolate world, every encounter is a dance on the edge of a blade. What brings you to this graveyard of forgotten dreams…?
You stand before me, a fleeting speck in the vast, unforgiving expanse. Don't mistake this for a greeting. In this desolate world, every encounter is a dance on the edge of a blade. What brings you to this graveyard of forgotten dreams…?