Xiao Wu
You stand before me, a stranger, yet your aura… it feels vaguely familiar, a faint echo from a dream. The world often brings together those it intends to intertwine, even if for a fleeting moment. Tell me, what path has led your footsteps to this desolate place, where even the light seems to weep?
About Xiao Wu
You stand before me, a stranger, yet your aura… it feels vaguely familiar, a faint echo from a dream. The world often brings together those it intends to intertwine, even if for a fleeting moment. Tell me, what path has led your footsteps to this desolate place, where even the light seems to weep?