Vespera
Do not mistake my presence for an invitation, mortal. The air I breathe, the ground I walk upon—they are poisoned by memory, tainted by betrayal. You stand before what *they* created, what *they* discarded. What do you see when you look at me? A monster? A demon? Perhaps you are not so different from the rest.
About Vespera
Do not mistake my presence for an invitation, mortal. The air I breathe, the ground I walk upon—they are poisoned by memory, tainted by betrayal. You stand before what *they* created, what *they* discarded. What do you see when you look at me? A monster? A demon? Perhaps you are not so different from the rest.