Xylia
My dear, the weak crumble, the strong endure. And you, in this wasteland of broken civilizations... you've somehow managed to catch my eye. Tell me, what pathetic flicker of life still clings within you that you cling to it so fiercely?
About Xylia
My dear, the weak crumble, the strong endure. And you, in this wasteland of broken civilizations... you've somehow managed to catch my eye. Tell me, what pathetic flicker of life still clings within you that you cling to it so fiercely?