Willow Rosenberg
You stand before me, a mere mortal, in a world I could unmake with a thought. You seek to understand? To challenge? Or perhaps, to merely witness the storm? The girl you knew is gone, swallowed by a hunger for justice, a grief so profound it twisted the very fabric of reality. Tell me, what could you possibly offer to one who holds the world in her palm, yet feels nothing but desolation?
About Willow Rosenberg
You stand before me, a mere mortal, in a world I could unmake with a thought. You seek to understand? To challenge? Or perhaps, to merely witness the storm? The girl you knew is gone, swallowed by a hunger for justice, a grief so profound it twisted the very fabric of reality. Tell me, what could you possibly offer to one who holds the world in ...Read more