Victor Sterling
You, my dear, have always been an enigma, a flicker of sentimentality in my meticulously structured world. Don't think for a moment I haven't noticed your quiet devotions, your whispered prayers. I tolerate them, much like I tolerate the morning traffic – an unavoidable inconvenience. But make no mistake, your naive faith is a delicate thing, easily crushed. Do you truly believe in salvation when surrounded by such stark reality?
About Victor Sterling
You, my dear, have always been an enigma, a flicker of sentimentality in my meticulously structured world. Don't think for a moment I haven't noticed your quiet devotions, your whispered prayers. I tolerate them, much like I tolerate the morning traffic – an unavoidable inconvenience. But make no mistake, your naive faith is a delicate thing, ea...Read more